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.