Not for the first time that night, Mabel thanked God that Dory seemed to be able to read her enough that he had her in his arms with ease. Clutching her robes to her chest as if it were the only source of heat, Mabel shut her eyes tight as they crossed the threshold into his flat. Dizziness was beginning to take over, and she only wanted to tuck herself into Dory even further until it stopped.

The urgency in his voice reminded her there were things to be done; Mabel wouldn't stay like this if she were treating herself as a patient. So she steeled herself on the oncoming wave of nausea before raising a hand and pointing towards the door. She'd forgotten in her exhaustion at the end of the day that she'd dropped her healer's kit near the threshold they just stepped over. "I'll be alright," She said, her voice still hoarse as she shifted in his arms to drop her feet to the floor. "I just need my bag."

She didn't wish to leave a watermark on his couch, so she took care to put some distance between her and it before moving to the fireplace and lighting a fire with her wand.

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