Not too long after she'd heard a thud coming from Chandler's room, she heard another, this time around coming from her and Richard's bedroom. She cringed at the sound, and once again hopped to her feet. "Richard..? Are you okay, love...?" she called, tentatively. Before she could venture up the stairs to check on her husband, he had hurried down the stairs and gone to the kitchen. She bit her lip, standing still by the chair she'd been sat in moments before, torn between following and just waiting.
Soon enough, though, her husband joined her, sitting on the armrest of the chair.
She gave a soft smile at his attempt at making a joke, hoping to ward off any worry she stirred up with her fairly evident sadness. Just because she was sad didn't mean he needed to go out of his way to try to cheer her up, so she found it best to try to hide it instead. There was a thoughtful pause, before she answered the remark. "No, not really.. I assume it's the same with you?" she mused. As for his statement, a more sincere smile shone through. "I'm sincerely glad to hear it, love.." she replied. Though, in her head, she couldn't help but doubt Chandler shared Richard's thoughts.
Her attention was very roughly snagged away from the small-talk, however, when she noticed the bruise that had formed on his forehead. Her eyes widened, and worry immediately flooded her features. Gently and carefully, she went to cup his face in her hands, eyebrows furrowed in worry. "..What happened??" she demanded, though it was out of care. Not waiting for an answer, she moved away, going to the kitchen a grabbing an ice bag. She then returned, coming to a halt before her husband. "Here.. Hold still..." she instructed, caringly and carefully going to hold the bag to his forehead.
"Now.. What on Earth did you do to yourself, love..?"
Oh my~