"Are you sure that you just fell?" Sherlock frowned, and he quietly moved to stand right beside Molly, his hand very lightly taking hold of her arm, and his other hand resting just near her shoulder, or at least where it should be located. "I’m sorry if this hurts."
Sherlock seemed to doubt her and perhaps Molly could understand why. It had been a little more than a fall, but she did not want him thinking the worst of her now. “Maybe stairs were involved… I’m fine though. It’s just this.” Perhaps that was a lie as well, but all she could hope was that he would not notice at all.