Cecilia was focused on the task at hand, but the fact that Juno had spent the night in Marco's room did not escape her attention. Actually, she would have much preferred that it did. That was a path she didn't need to mentally walk, ever. "Okay, guys," she said, in what was probably bordering Mom Voice. Gentle enough, but with steel beneath it all. It suggested that her word was to be followed, and if they started arguing she'd lay down the law. "No one's actually dead, so I'm already having a better morning than I was sixty seconds ago." She continued feeling around on the back of Juno's head, feeling carefully for any break in the skin. She didn't find any, and her fingers didn't come away bloody. That was good, but she still didn't like this.
"Okay, in the real world, the paramedics would have you in a collar until you got to a hospital and got some x-rays," she said, looking Juno in the eyes. "I have access to neither of those things." She checked Juno's eyes, and mentally ran through a list of other possibilities to rule out. "I think your spine is fine, but I want you to be very vocal about any differences you feel for me to agree to moving you. Cool?"