If she had been mediwitch-on-duty at quidditch games before, then maybe Theo had seen her before, at least from a distance. He tried to sift through his memories, to see if he could eke out any sketched details about her – Sage – to fill in the blankness before him. He didn’t know if this was just to keep himself distracted or if it would help.

Listening to her talk about her work helped, too, in the same way her physical leading was soothing. “You are pretty good at it,” he agreed, once she had confronted the (presumed) healers in the ward for him, and someone else was taking him by the arm and giving him new instructions to come with them. “I –” Theo said, because he wanted to get his sight back desperately, but he had only just gotten comfortable with Sage’s presence, and now it was back to blind disorientation and the fuzz of dread in his head. “Thanks for your help,” he said, glancing in the direction he guessed she might be and shooting her a tight smile. “I’ll – see you later, maybe, if you come around this way?” (Theo didn’t think that was really in her purview, as a mediwitch, and she was almost certainly too busy for this, but he still hoped foolishly that she might come up to visit when he could – hopefully see again. And then he would thank her more profusely, if he could.)

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