"Honestly, I don't really even know how that happened," Karen admits, a little flustered. It just sort of did, instincts she hadn't yet figured out how to use kicking in when she saw him being hurt. Even now, that's her top priority, hands resting on his jaw when he reaches for her shoulders, just barely resisting the temptation to slide further back to touch his neck and feel the wound for herself. That won't help anything. Instead, she just breathes deeply. A concussion isn't as bad as all that — given the circumstances, it could be so much worse — but she still figures she ought to be careful. "Do you think you should see a doctor?"