Well then, poor Miss Scamander had not escaped unscathed after all. He was not typically one to seek immediate help for an injury, unless severe, but he wondered if she had seen a healer at all about it. "Not exactly what I would have a young lady remember me by," He teased lightly, leading the way, slowly, to a nearby table so she could take a seat and rest.

Laughing in earnest, Beckett scanned the room at large to see which of his relations was actually in attendance this evening. "Now see, that would explain it, except I have more cousins than I can count, so you may need to be a little more specific." The reality of his status and station in life- not to mention everyone in the extended family seemed to have several children each and his generation was not small by any means.

"Why don't you rest for a moment or two and I'll grab you something to drink, champagne?" He offered, though had no idea what proper young ladies really liked to drink, but most often saw champagne flutes in their hands, so thought it a safe choice.