Olivia has to brace herself a little, drawing a slow, hissing breath between her teeth, as he pulls himself up. Even with the painkillers, she's pretty sure putting a lot of pressure on her hands isn't a good idea, the way they've been sliced up, but it's only for a moment, and then the pain goes back to a dull throb she can shove to the back of her mind.

She tries for a moment to find a way to argue with him, and finds she can't. Finally, she just smiles faintly and nods. "Well, if I figure it out, I promise I'll let you know." Olivia kind of thinks the lesson might be 'figure out how to not set the room on fire before attempting any other Cortexiphan-fueled stunts', but she's not sure how well she's going to manage that.

She blinks, and looks up to meet his eyes. She'd squeeze his hand if she weren't conscious of how much that would hurt. "Maybe I do. Next time I will. I promise."