Fully adept at it by now, he conjured a small bucket and pushed it into her hands. "Just in case," he said softly. His voice went straight to muttering mode as his wand moved deftly over her body, focusing on her head first. Nausea with a headache after a fall normally spelled concussion to him, but he checked her eyes first to rule out anything more serious.
"Well, you've done a fair bit of damage to yourself, Miss Granger, but nothing I can't set to rights. You were a little looped when I came up to you, though. Was that the first time you'd lost consciousness? That you know of, I mean."