"I'll make sure you've got a daily supply of Skelegrow," she jokes, and brushes her thumb over his knuckles. No magical healing, just touch, gratitude at being allowed to have a lighthearted conversation for a moment here.

"Wouldn't want your recovery to last too long. You're a good dancer." She has fond memories of their only date at the Yule Ball. "It would be a shame to deprive the world."