"Don’t even know how you managed to apparate back home much less to the lake," Evan grumbled, warm palm still pressed to his back. "And I’m not ready to even start talking about your throat. The only thing that might work is Dittany and fuck knows where I’m finding that right now." He very clearly did not mention the scars Regulus could feel cutting grooves into his skin, even through whatever was used to numb him. It wasn't the neat, almost elegant slices of being splinched. Regulus could feel it; jagged edges and rough cuts where gnarled fingers and dug in to him and yanked.