Tilda's anxious expression relaxed, and her lips twitched. As soon as it was made clear he did not fault her for the situation they'd end up in, her laughter rang through the small cubicle they sat in at the round of apologies they seemed to be making. "It's quite alright, Mr. Grimstone, quite alright! Suffice to say we might have been at the mercy of the fountain rather then the other way around." she replied, making sure the dittany bottle had been corked properly before turning back to him. Her healer's instincts had her reacting before she knew what she was doing and she reached out to pat him on the arm assuringly.

"I certainly hope you didn't catch a cold at all after that debacle." She said, tapping her wand to the cart to make it wheel back to its corner. It rattled away obediently before settling in it's place. The witch got up and went to wash her hands in the available bowl. "That's the last thing I'd need on my conscious after making you suffer through your healed wrist!"

She turned back to him, eyeing his wrist. "How is it, by the way?"