Easy there, cowboy. [The edge of her boot shifts against the heap to keep an even line to the curve of her lap where he's (now) resettled. Voice low, free hand still petting him to keep him down and content.]

Normally I'd say focus on the pain but seeing as how I'm still pissed off about all this, doesn't really seem appropriate.

[Her other hand skids low, tugging the edge of his shirt back down into place at his hip.]