Roger looked like he wanted to say something, and Melinda tried not to imagine what it was. She was sure to find out soon enough - and she might just let him get away with it, she was that grateful to him for getting her there in one piece. Well, maybe. Either that or she'd buy him a pint the next time they were out.
"No, I don't. I mean, a little bit of a headache, but nothing too awful," she said, looking at the healers. "Is that it? Am I going to be okay?"
She glanced over at Roger, looking for reassurance. "Do I look okay? Can you tell?" she asked him.