"I'm fine," it was automatic, but sincere. She neither shrunk away from his hand or leaned into it, simply accepting its presence as she plucked out - Hells bells, that was going to bleed.

"I just stepped on something a little sharp."

Fortunately, she'd kept a scrap of her dress for just such an occasion wrapped around her wrist, so she immediately takes it off to secure it around the wound. This was a bit awkward to do while standing on one foot, and embarrassing, but Molly just focused on the task at hand.