Tongue clucking, she pulled the blankets gently up over him, tucking him in and generally fussing over him, because she could. She'd been imagining all these worse-case-scenarios in her mind most of the day, and while she wasn't pleased he was injured at all, she was happy it wasn't as bad as some of the things she'd come up with.

She looked up at the smile, trying not to let her own lips quirk into one in response. "Of course I did, Phil. We are friends, are we not? Friends are allowed to display concern when one friend is a moron and gets themselves injured."