Enid applied the dittany. Was Nigel Yarwood wincing at it? Enid stifled a smile, endeared. For the first time, perhaps ever, she found herself thinking that Nigel Yarwood was a normal person.

The cut knitted itself together in front of her eyes, becoming a faint pink line. "There we go," Enid said, giving the line an affectionate tap with her index finger. "Not too bad, yes? Are you ready for breakfast?" Her tone was bright and enthusiastic; Enid was obviously pleased with her work.

  

"Much improved," Nigel agreed, thankful for Enid's quick and efficient care. It saved him hours of a headache, he was sure. "I'm starved," he admitted with a chuckle. He rolled his sleeve back down, knowing he would likely get an earful about the blood, but hopefully, given the circumstances it might be subdued to grumbles.

With that settled, Nigel stood and offered Enid his hand. "Shall we?" It would do him a lot of good to get out of here, likely her too, and some food would not go amiss either. Leading the way back to the fireplace, Nigel motioned for Enid to go first, following her in with a pinch of Floo powder after she disappeared. The trip to the inn was not his favorite, but he was used to it, day after day.

"There's a table over there," he motioned to one near the windows, but allowed her the choice.

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Her hand tingled when Nigel Yarwood touched it. She managed to recover from the thrill of it when she was in the floo, but now she had a whole breakfast with him in which she may end up embarrassing herself.

The table he gestured to had access to the windows, which had its pros and cons — Enid liked a window, and Nigel Yarwood had suggested it, but what if one of her siblings saw them? Still, he had suggested it — so Enid nodded happily. "Let's," she said, and led the way over to the table. She settled her bag down against the leg of the chair and plopped down.

"What sort of breakfast do you usually like?" Enid asked. (She wanted to know everything about him — the small things and the big ones.) "I often just grab a slice of bread, but it's the — early mornings."

  

Nigel folded himself into the chair opposite her, unaware of the ache in his legs until he was finally off of them for a few minutes. He leaned back, stretching out his sore muscles, before leaning both elbows on the table in a show that would have his mother swatting him.

"I sort of just run out of the house during the work week. But I do enjoy a full meal on the weekends, eggs, bacon, the works." Nigel usually grazed throughout the day. When he remembered to eat that was. Often he didn't think about it until lunchtime. "Must be different when you're working the night shift, yeah?" Having dinner for breakfast? Or maybe she just ate normal breakfast foods at dinner time? Nigel could probably live on breakfast items if allowed, but food was usually an afterthought. The staff was usually tasked with tracking him down to remind him if supper, so at least he got one real meal each day.

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Enid nodded. "Oh, yes," she said, emphatic. "Everyone who works the farm is always up early — so I can usually come home and get eggs and bacon and toast. It feels much different after a night shift." She was hungry, often ravenously, when she came home in the mornings after hours of healing — and would have a meal with a great deal of protein before falling asleep for hours in her room. (Enid was one of few Glynn children with her own room — partially because she used to share with Gwyn Conway, and still did on the rare occasions that Gwyn didn't stay with the other dragon keepers, but also because she was able to financially contribute to the household at a higher level than some of her other siblings. Also, she was the oldest girl.)

Was it unladylike to be talking about how much she could eat after a night shift? Enid hoped to save face, and then her stomach growled loud enough that she was sure Nigel Yarwood could hear it — she flushed pink.

  

"It must be nice, to come home and still share a meal with everyone." Despite her having an opposite schedule. It really wasn't any different than coming home and having dinner together. Nigel rather thought that was more than he could say, though. The Yarwoods didn't often dine together. All of them busy with their separate pursuits and running in different directions.

Nigel was oblivious to any rumblings of empty stomachs, distracted by trying to get the attention of someone to come over. Maybe he should have gone up to the bar. Finally he managed to catch someone's eye. "Coffee or tea?" He asked, thinking this morning called for the stronger pull of coffee. The thought was punctuated by a yawn that he hid behind his hand. "Pardon," he too flushed a little, hoping she knew it was just the exhaustion leaking through.

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Breakfasts (or dinners) with the whole family had always been part of Enid's life; sometimes she missed it, or sometimes someone else did, but it had always been part of life at the Glynn family.

"I'll take a tea," Enid said, with a smile at Nigel Yarwood's yawn. How could he manage to look so cute even when he was yawning? It was distinctly unfair to her. She waited for him to order his drink and for the waitress to walk away, having mentioned that she'd return again in a minute with their drinks and so they could order food. "Coffee always make me jittery."

  

"I'm usually a tea person too, but thought I could use something stronger." Like a large glass of brandy, but that could be saved for later, when he arrived home. Maybe it would counteract the coffee and help him sleep. Nigel wasn't entirely sure he'd be sleeping much today, but he would need to eventually. Tomorrow would be a whole new set of obstacles.

"How are you feeling?" If he was tired, she must have been every level of exhausted. A good meal, a warm cup of tea and home to rest. Hopefully it would do them both some good. Nigel was glad for her company though, for this chance to sort of decompress with someone else who had been involved. If he'd had to go straight home and try and explain this all to his family without the buffer first, he might have lost the rest of his marbles completely.

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Enid smiled softly at his question. "Tired," she admitted. "And — well, this is silly. But my hands are dry from washing them so much." It was generally ill-advised to see a patient with blood from the previous patient on one's hands, and this was not the first time this had happened to her — but this was one of the first times she'd been in such an intensive triage situation.

"What about you?" Enid asked. She was really savoring this opportunity to share a moment with Nigel Yarwood - grim, under the circumstances, but she could not help it.

  

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At least that was it. Neither one of them had been seriously injured, which was something he could count as lucky for once. "Same, a little sore. Was a lot of running around." He'd only been on crowd control and a little bit of search and rescue, but the anxiety of it all had built up in his system, muscles tense the entire time and now that he was relaxed, he realized just how much of an effect it had.

He was about to say more when their tea and coffee arrived and their food order was taken. Nigel set about adding a little sugar to his coffee before leaning back with it. "I have to go back tomorrow for more." He was only getting a short respite, enough to clean up and sleep it off for a little while before he had to go back. "It's going to be a long week." He surmised it would take at least that long to get things sorted, start the clean up and make sure all of the muggles were taken care of. Then would begin the mountain of paperwork. That was the least of his concerns though; the death toll would have to be curated; new laws and punishments put in place. Hopefully they could figure out where the dragons had come from so that this sort of disaster could be prevented in the future.

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Enid nodded. "I'm probably going back to the triage site tomorrow morning," she said, "Depending on how much rescuing is left to do." There had to be people under the rubble of some of the buildings; with all the wreckage, Enid was not sure when she would get back to St. Mungo's. She took a large sip of her tea to try to clear her thoughts.

"They made our dragons seem — well, certainly less dangerous," she admitted. Welsh Greens, at least, were not known for trying to eat people.

  

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Our dragons. Nigel rarely thought of them that way, considering he didn't strictly have much to do with them, despite sharing a valley with them, but he supposed it was true. Their particular brand of dragon was different than the vipers that had torn through London without remorse. The Greens weren't quite so... feisty as far as dragons were concerned. Still, he didn't plan on getting up close and personal again any time soon.

"It'll be a lot of work," he agreed. There would be a ton of physical work to do, locating missing people (or bodies) an cleaning up the rubble. The long-term injuries would require a lot of work as well. The damage was done and now all they could do was clean up the mess.

Their food arrived and the smell made his stomach rumble; Nigel hadn't realized just how hungry he was until presented with the opportunity to eat. "Hopefully the ramifications in the long run will be manageable." It would be a lot of work for the obliviators and the ministry to keep the peace with the muggle world after this. Nigel took a grateful bite of his eggs and sighed wistfully. He could east an entire dozen at this point.

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Enid was desperately hungry, but was struggling to eat gracefully or in a ladylike way — she kept having to remind herself to slow down because she was sitting across from Nigel Yarwood.

"I hope so too," she said, between bites that she wished were much bigger. "Do you like your breakfast?" she asked; hopefully if he was looking down at his breakfast he would not notice how quickly she was eating hers.

  

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Nigel was starting to really feel the exhaustion spread through his body. The longer he sat, the more the adrenaline rush of the day drained out of him and he just wanted a hot bath and his bed. So he could get up and do it again tomorrow. Ugh.

"Honestly, I think I'm so hungry I'm barely tasting it." He admitted with a sheepish smile. He'd already drained his coffee and knew any more would be unwise, so he was also trying not to inhale his breakfast at an unreasonable rate. "I might fall asleep here at the table." He jested lightly, though it really was a possibility.

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"I'm going to sleep hard when I get home," Enid admitted. How did he manage to look so handsome when he was being sheepish? Spending more time with him never helped her get rid of her crush. No — it just made things worse.

She finished her tea. She was nearly done with her breakfast, too. 'Thank you for keeping me company," Enid said. Regardless of her feelings for him, she was pleased to have the company — she'd seen too much today.

  

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He had tried to take it slow, but in the end his plate was already as empty as it was going to get, just a few bits of the crust of his toast left and he leaned back in his seat to allow for Enid to finish. "I appreciate your company as well." He stretched his neck and shoulders as he said it, but refocused on her face as he took a deep breath.

"It's going to be hard to try and explain it to anyone else, so I'm glad we had time to decompress without having to."
He meant it too. Trying to explain the chaos and trauma of the day to anyone who wasn't there was going to be nigh impossible. "I'll settle the bill while you finish, but no rush." As much as he wanted to sleep, he wasn't entirely sure he wanted to leave just yet. Still, he ought to make it so they could take off whenever she was ready and so he unfolded himself from the table and went to the bar to have the meal added to his tab. He had no money on him, but they knew he would settle up when he could next.

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