The twinge on his face wasn't lost on Orla, and she made a note to mention it later, mostly as she had a suggestion for it. For the moment, she took his hand in her own and gave a firm shake, smiling. "You fought well, too," she complimented him. "Even if, at some point, I'm pretty sure you were trying to take my head off." Despite her words, her tone and face were friendly, even joking. She likely wouldn't admit it, but there could have been a little tiny bit of her own fault in the whole incident with the bludger getting too close to her head. But that was a big maybe. Ahem.
"If you're shoulder still hurts or is stiff or anything, you should look into a massage," she suggested. "Hardd Knut in Monument Alley is pretty good! I know massages can be a bit too much touching for some people, but the owner enlists magical means as well. Healers are great! But sometimes it's nice to have some attention on the tender muscles even after they fix up the injuries. And they're great for all sore muscles." Really, Orla idly thought about heading over there tomorrow to see if there were any free slots before practise.