He started to tremble again when his mind began to process his returned memories. He breathed unbelievingly, "You protected me from Voldemort's anger. He was ready to kill me. You put yourself in harm's way for me. You ... by Merlin, you cut your wrist!" Frantically, the older wizard turned over the hand he had been clutching, inspecting the unmarked skin at the wrist. He did not pull up Harry's sleeve, recalling perfectly what he would find there. Nothing he felt ready to go into right now.