"I didn't say go, I said don't do magic," Lorcan complained to the ceiling. He pushed laboriously against the cushions until he'd managed to sit up again; it seemed only polite if Corrie wasn't going to collapse too, which was the only sensible thing to do.
The way she was standing, Corrie really looked hurt. All Lorcan's concern returned full force. "I can go get a healer," he offered again. "And you can stay here. It's your room, even."