The shift of her expression the moment he steps through the gates to their camp is almost amusing to see; it goes from a bright smile to a horrified stare in a matter of seconds. The blood probably gave it away.
"Is that— Park Chanyeol, are you hurt!?“ she rushes to his side, smudging away the splatters of blood that cover his cheeks and worriedly searching for a gaping wound, whilst he simply stands there, biting back his laughter.
"You think I’d be here if all this blood was mine, miss nurse?” Chanyeol responds with a soft laugh, followed by a hand that reaches for her head and ruffles her hair. He’s amused, but relieved to finally be able to see her again. He pulls her into his arms and sighs, mumbling against her hair. “Of course not, dumbo.”
Jinri’s expression softens and she quickly looks down, hiding her embarrassment. She knows for a fact her cheeks are flaring pink by now, even though there’s no way he can see it. But most importantly, she’s really just relieved that the one her heart desires is safe and sound.