She smiled softly at him.
"You don't need to worry about me," she said with a smile. "I'm just glad you're okay. It's a little fuzzy."
She touched her head where the mark would be under the bandage around her head, as if it pained her.
"I don't remember much," she admitted. "Robin had to tell me most. I...."
She seemed to be struggling a little.
"I went out there after Pepper, he pushed me and I fell and hit my head," she said slowly, as if trying to get a sequence of events right. "Then Robin was there, and you."
She looked down at the pup, though mostly to avoid her friend's face. She could remember wanting to protect Jube, but she was only able to cling to him, like some stupid girl in a book, waiting for a white knight to rescue her. [i]Her[/i]. The one who had never needed a boy to look after her. She felt ashamed of herself, that she wasn't able to protect him, and that, for a moment, there'd been something very odd but she couldn't reember it, nor name it. 
Recovering herself, she said, "Robin said that the boys seemed to realise they'd been pretty stupid and that he told them to stay away from me and you so that my father wouldn't find out."
She grimmaced. She hated being thought of as a girl, even more so a weak, pathetic, damsel in distress.
Even so, she felt she needed to apolgise.
"Sorry Jube," she said, looking down at the wolf again, which now it had eaten had flopped into her lap and gone to sleep. "I wanted them to leave you alone, but nearly got you into worse trouble."