Siobhan frowned at the explanation. "Oh, no," she said. Hearing that the healers attending to her were giving a good forecast, she nodded. "Well, that's good," she said. "She's in good hands, I'm sure." Even if she wasn't awake, Siobhan had a lot of faith in the healers that she worked with. They were good at their jobs and she respected their abilities to do all that they could.
She nodded. "I bet," she said. When things were going good, it was easy to forget the dangers. Quidditch was a lovely sport, but it wasn't exactly easy on the players. It could be very dangerous. Falls and hits — and, of course, the horrible combination of the two — were frequent enough occurrences that they didn't really surprise Siobhan anymore. "I've got some time for a break," she said. "Can I buy you a cup of coffee? There's a little shop down the street that has much better options than that sludge."