[ She manages to make her eyeroll somehow affectionate as she deposits her tiny hoard on the table nearest the sofa and holds out the ice pack with a stern look. ]

Sit down and put this on your face before it turns any more colors, unless you want to spend an inordinate amount of time explaining that you got beaten up by a tiny deer.

[ Antelope. Technically. ]

Then we'll see about the groveling.