Giving him attention is most of her motivation, though even scrapes and scratches can get dangerous if they're not cared for. Mundane things like infection can kill you, too. And beyond that, who knows when their situation might call for him to punch something again?

Carol starts down the corridor toward her room, trusting him to follow. Her room is incredibly simple, almost devoid of furniture but for the bed and a small shelf, but meticulously organized. First aid supplies, weapons (or items that could be used as such), some easily packed food... all beside a duffel bag that's small enough to easily carry without weighing you down when full.

She grabs the needed items from her kit and sits on the bed as she opens the peroxide and soaks a cotton ball. "It didn't look too bad, but since we have the supplies we should treat it. Hershel..." she pauses, perhaps tellingly. "Hershel said better to treat it needlessly than regret not treating it."