*With Bella motioning him away, he quickly turns his ministrations to Lucius--the worst of his has been hidden by his mask but there's a bit of blood dribbling down his collar, and Roddy lets out a little apologetic exclamation of surprise and crouches before the other man.

Careful not to injure Lucius' dignity yet further, Roddy helps him to his feet and takes him to the hearth.*

Hope you won't be too long. Twinky will probably be worried sick.

*And with that little bit of homey cheer left over his shoulder, he tosses a handful of powder in the temporarily connected hearth, and Roddy and Lucius vanish.*