She is waiting for that. Elektra, surprisingly practical when it comes to the important things, already is planning on getting him another jumpsuit and to get him cleaned up as best she can. There's food and water to fetch too, but by then Francis will sure come crawling back to care for him. He's very predictable when it counts too.

"We were fighting, Matthew. It'd be strange if he didn't put up some sort of defense." She reaches out to trace his jawline with her fingers, pinching the end of his chin affectionately once she reaches it. "If you must defend my honor, I will allow once you've recovered." She pauses dramatically. "... And if you don't wear a shirt while you do it. For safety reasons." It's not like she ever objectifies him.