Her wand-arm was in a muggle cast, and her face was black and bruised. Understanding the look of horror on my face, she spoke quickly to assuage me. "Saint Mungo's was too far gone; it was left to burn to the ground. As for me, we were low on potions, and we can't risk taking Fleur into a muggle hospital, so she got the last of the potions and I saw a... Doctor. Never had to swallow pills before. I've already had Severus cast episky to fix my arm, but I have to do a follow up appointment and would rather not have to try explaining it." I knew rationally that she couldn't have looked worse than me, but my concern was all on her at this point. She limped over to me, and, with assistance from an awkward Severus, leaned down to kiss me. Her lips were dry and harsh, and my own was swollen and painful, but the kiss was everything I needed it to be. It was reassurance, and it lightened the pain. "You're not mad about what I did, are you?"