A moment to open her mouth. Perhaps to explain how or whom attacked - or explain that she knew nothing. Had only been a bystander. No doubt they would have thought he'd bleed out before a doctor could attend to him. No doubt they'd expect news of Leif's death any day now. Would they be disappointed, she wondered. The game of politics was dangerous, it seemed and Winifred reached forward to shush him and try to help him relax because moving was bad right now and...
His concern caught her off guard and she blinked at him with wide gold eyes.
"I... Me?" She pointed to herself, dumb founded. Of course he'd been concerned. She was here, wasn't she? Winifred chewed on her lower lip, not sure how to react to this. Not sure how to reply to his vocal concern. "I'm fine," She finally said, trying not to smile at least a little at how angrily he'd displayed his concern.
"I only got there in time for them to threaten me," She said simply, "I wouldn't be able to describe them to you, they were in front of the rising sun, it was quite bright." Winifred reached and grabbed a cup of water sitting on the bedside table and held it out to him, "Sip. I don't want you getting sick, it wouldn't feel nice and I don't think you want vomit on your blankets."