"Yeah," she said softly, looking into his deep blue eyes, "You want me to fix it? Rob and I are fine by the way. Thanks. But Jen was badly hurt. Daddy tended to her. She's asleep in one of the treatment rooms. Jen is lucky to be alive. A lot of internal injuries, some broken bones. She'll be alright, but she's not getting out from under Daddy's watch for quite some time. Daddy has her under sedation to ease her pain. You're welcome to see her if you like before we move her upstairs. This way."
She led the way to a room door, and said to him. "I know it doesn't look good. If she had been in a muggle hospital she might have died. But she's in good hands. Daddy isn't going more than a couple steps away from her. She'll be alright. I give you my word. Stay as long as you like. And let me know if you need anything, okay? Oh, just one minute." She laid her fingers very gently, in a feathery touch, on the bridge of his nose and it yielded to her nonverbal magic with an annoying popping sound. "There. Better. Now you're looking like your handsome self again. How about I send you an extra large french roast? You look like you could use it."