It only took another glance towards her face to cede his efforts, the obvious humiliation on her face causing his own cheeks to tint pink. His hand moved on its own accord, grabbing her wand and handing it off to her, his eyes still unable to meet hers. There were so many emotions going through his mind - relief, guilt, disappointment, embarrassment - and he'd never had to face them in a situation like this. What did men do when their wives menstruated? Were women able to...stop it? And if so, could Febby stop it?

He reluctantly turned around, unsure of what plans she had - both for her wand and the blood. Surely she could just clean it up, but then what? Would she keep bleeding through the night? They did have clothes for that, right?

"What are you going to do?" he asked almost reluctantly, as if he wasn't sure he wanted to know the answer.

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