"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.