Did she worry too much, really? She probably damn well does. She worries every time news trickles in that Miku is injured one way or another. Which rarely happens, but when it does it's like time stops and a switch is flipped, with every cell in her begging to know if her friend will come out of it alright. So yes, she still worries too much, unfortunately.
But nowadays Hitsugi would like to think that she's getting better at... resolving these tensions.
With a wry smile drawn on her lips, she picks at her tense jaw and withholds further comment. If Miku says it's fine, then it's fine.
"In that case, do let me know when you'd like to have your dressing changed." she points to the cloth on her thigh. Miku might need to spend the night here, if she's gonna limp home.
"They sound desperate. Maybe you weren't the only one pressing them for answers. Either way what's happened has happened. Let the matter rest for now, yeah?"