She finally draws her eyes up from their hands to him, and for a moment she just stares at him. She knows that there should be words here. She should respond to that and say something but her words aren't working. She could use the excuse that she's injured and in pain but honestly not even that is an excuse.

It's just all she can think about doing, all she wanted to do for years, and she reaches forward, one hand coming to brush against the side of his face and she's kissing him. She probably shouldn't, but she's pretty much done doing the right thing when it comes to Stiles.