I'm fine, just...it hurts. [She makes a face, wincing as she shifts to escape the discomfort of a wound that isn't there...and has to bite back a cry of pain as her vision goes red around the edges.

She screws her eyes shut, waiting for the ability to think, to breathe, to return to her, then opens them when she trusts herself to answer him.]

I'm in the infirmary. [She's a little breathless, but her voice is still strong.] I don't actually need anything...just my friends looked after.

[She pauses...then peers into the feed hopefully, looking suddenly younger.]

...and maybe some cocoa? With marshmallows? Maybe they have some in the dining hall?