She watches him, his nervous gaze bouncing around the room to rest steadily on the floor. He's plainly afraid of hurting Lev, in any capacity. It's why Abby wouldn't yell at him for this even if it were worse, because it's so clear that he's already weathering criticism from himself. He doesn't need it from her, too.

"He'd find a way to do all of those things even if something happened to his hands." Abby has no doubt; she's thinking of Yara now, as fierce and as strong as ever even after her arm had been injured, "He's a survivor. It's what we do. But–" she hastens to add it, because she suddenly realises she's not helping, "it won't even come to that. Okay? He'll be fine."