Nigel visibly flinched at her tone, sheepishly hunching his shoulders, feeling smaller than his six-foot frame should allow for. "I'm fine," he insisted, flattening his arm out in front of him, so it didn't drip anymore. "You must be exhausted and it's minor, I can take care of it at home." Probably. Dittany right? They had to have that at home? He was sure their cook could sew it up for him in a worst case scenario.

"Please don't trouble yourself, you deserve to go home and rest." Nigel would feel guilty keeping her here any longer than she had been already. There had been so much chaos and she must have been run off her feet since arriving. His own fatigue probably didn't even compare to hers.