Of all the questions he asked, she could only confirm it was indeed her. His initial expression of confusion reminded her that she had been dressed in her brother's clothes, and as he seized her arm, she quickly doffed her cap to reveal her hair nearly fallen out of its updo. It was all she could do to not collapse against him in exhaustion. Blinking rapidly to try and clear her mind and answer his other questions, Rowan briefly registered the stinging at her cheek. She swiped at it again, and looked down at her hand. More red; she was bleeding. Ohhh, not in here, she would ruin any one of the valuable tapestries or furniture pieces or —

"I'm - I'm alright," She managed to stammer, though she hardly knew if it was true or not.

She was still scrambling to sift through what had happened that night. She remembered stealing her brother's clothes. Walking down the street and disapparating to somewhere in London; an abandoned factory? From there, she could remember nothing else. "I - I don't know what happened...I just remember —"

The vision of Walter's dead body floated in her vision and she inhaled sharply. "Walter - the body, oh my god, Malfoy I - I woke up and —" Her breathing was coming in short spurts again as she tried to tell him how she'd found the man's body next to her. By the time she'd finished telling him how she'd screamed and gone to the first place she thought of, her eyes were stinging hot and something was blurring her vision. Another series of rapid blinks told her she'd started crying. Oh Merlin, now wasn't the time to break down.

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