*Kreacher has conjured a damp cloth out of nowhere and has been applying it to her forehead, but Walburga waves away the elf's hand, now, sitting up, her eyes wide. As far as she's concerned Regulus has now been infected and crushed and cut up into little pieces, regardless of how unmarked he actually is.*
How awful, shall I send for the Healer?
*This is with a questioning look at Orion, very mildly irritated. She's always appreciated his steadiness but can't he grasp the gravity of the situation? Or, barring that, at least kiss her on her forehead?*
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Date: 2011-04-16 12:26 pm (UTC)How awful, shall I send for the Healer?
*This is with a questioning look at Orion, very mildly irritated. She's always appreciated his steadiness but can't he grasp the gravity of the situation? Or, barring that, at least kiss her on her forehead?*