As he came out past her from the cupboard, she tried not to show just how badly his injuries effected her. Deep down, she wondered if it was a sign, but she dismissed that as silly girly panic.
It obviously hurt as much as her own, though, or probably worse. Arms always hurt and Nicky seemed miserable. She would have supported him on her good side if she could figure out a useful way to do it.
Practical considerations, as they usually did, won out. "If she asks, how about I was trying to make a telescope for a friend's birthday?"