Charley tried not to laugh at the idea of writing a letter of concern to the home's owner. The posh sort sure did like to see themselves as scholars of words, like those alone might be undeniably convincing. When that wasn't enough, though, they had gold. She didn't have much of either, any folk who gave her a first glance hardly lent a second once she opened her mouth, plus all the gold she'd ever earned would look small even in her hands. The urchin might have held back until Acacia mentioned the little birdie, and then she had to giggle at that one.

"Ow, not tryna finish me off, are ya?" she asked, clamping a hand to her side where the woman's had let go. She couldn't hold back the peals of laughter even when they sent new pangs through her side, and not dull ones this time either. Charley sucked in a new breath of air, her face not quite sure whether it wanted to be amused or angry at the well-to-do healer. Her voice sang a little rhythm as she let it out, sounding very much like a chant of, "Ow, Ow, Ow, Ow! " along the way.

"No really, a little birdie?!" The urchin's question was real, or part of it anyway. Her lungs gasped again, pulling up tight as her muscles on the injured side, but when she relaxed them again the next breath was easier. So was talking and moving, though she still wasn't doing as much of the second one yet. "Might be a wee bit more believable for it to be a cat. Or a tiger, yeah that'll do 'er, escaped tiger from the zoo perchin' on Hogsmeade roofs."

She laughed a bit easier this time, feeling more silly than delirious now. It was a relief to fill her lungs with air without any stitch in her side, like she might have had for a day or two after any other fall like that. Not that she ever fell, that is. Acacia was honest enough about being a healer, and it lent her a sort of trust that Charley didn't often have for the richer folk of Hogsmeade.

"En't sure 'bout the deservin' part," the urchin mentioned as she managed to sit up at last. That sure did come a lot easier to her than the last time she'd tried. If not for the healer's reminder, she might have hopped back up and been on her way. Her arm didn't feel all that bad, but Charley offered it out for Acacia to look at all the same. "But I'm thankin' ya anyhow."

Her free hand reached up to the lady's maid for the cap she held, beckoning with her fingers until it came close enough for her to take. Seating the cap one-handed wasn't the easiest, but Charley managed it near enough for comfort. "For the healin' part, leastwise. Dunno yet 'bout the letter notion, might hafta get a bit richer afore someone'll take me that serious."

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