He’d consented; so she nodded and leaned forward to take his arm gently in one hand and her wand in the other. His question gave her pause, only because she hadn’t expected it. “It’s…” she broke to mutter a spell to induce a temporary numbness to the area before reaching towards her maid who had already ripped part of her apron and gave the strip of fabric to Adrienne. “It’s nice.” She said with a smile, and she truly meant it. She had a great amount of affection towards her husband, and they got on quite well; truly the more challenging part of it was learning how to run the household, which she relayed to Mr. Gallivan. “We have quite a bit in common, though…” She paused again, knowing this was likely not something she was supposed to share with outsiders. She rolled the rest of her sentence over her tongue a few times before coming to a variation she liked. “I know he misses Quidditch.”

She quickly checked to see how Mr. Gallivan was doing before muttering a scourgify spell on the cloth and placing it gently over the length of the burn and then muttering a binding spell to hold the fabric together. “It’s not much, but it’ll help keep the area clean, and the healers should be able to do the rest.”

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