"So long as you're not sore." Shouldering her bag---but carefully! as the contents rustled---the adept cast an appraising eye over Elsa, mild concern conspicuous. "How's your head? Stomach? I wasn't sure how you'd be feeling this morning, so I though I better stop by to check up on you, and maybe put a plate in front of you if you felt up to eating. Could I come in?"