[ Even in the dim light of the room, Peter notices that slight unsteadiness of her gait, the flush in her cheeks, the glassiness of her eyes. He frowns at her, rocking onto his back foot and putting up both hands. ]

You don’t look fine.

[ Softly, worry naked in his voice. ]

Maybe we should get you to the infirmary. I mean, that was a pretty nasty fall you took back there. You might have a concussion or something.