Pretty sound theory, if you ask me. [ he'd probably also have considered it, especially at her age. his gaze flicks up in the direction that she went, making sure that nothing does come out of the fog, before he smiles down at her. ]

I dunno about a concussion, but we can certainly check, huh? Despite my scruffy appearance, ol' Alfyn is an apothecary. Let's take a look-see.

[ he'll only do it if she gives him permission, but all he's going to do is tip her chin up briefly so he can check her eyes to make sure she isn't concussed. ]