"You fell on him?" Soldat can't help it, they smile a bit, and they tease: "You, little graceful child that you are, you fell on him?"

They ruffle at her hair, if she'll let them. "I wouldn't worry to much about the worrying, Buttercup. Everyone worries about people they care about. I worry about you sometimes. I bet Peter does, too. That's what friends do."