"You're welcome!" Clifford shouted after the ungrateful witch. Slapping his hand as if he'd intended something inappropriate by keeping her in one piece! Good luck to her then, at least he wouldn't feel compelled to keep her breathing if she was out of sight.

Perhaps as punishment for the horribly unprofessional thought, the lurching ship sent him crashing to the deck along. His shoulder had the honor of landing first, the jolt shuddering through his body. He managed to get an arm over his head as part of a mast and a sail joined him. He crawled free of the debris, but not before taking some sort of beam hard across his ribs. Apparently, he was the lucky one.

He could see Mrs. Fisk not far from him and he heard before he saw the frustrating Selwyn land with a smack. Hissing a whole string of curses, Clifford scrambled over the deck toward Mrs. Fisk. The auror screamed for her, but this was the sort of thing he was actually equipped for. "I heal, you injure." Clifford barked. "You kill that thing and I will see to her. Them." The last he had to remind himself as well as the Auror.

Wand jammed unceremoniously into the waist of his breeches, Clifford's hands went to the woman's throat for a pulse, his free hand going to her hairline. She was breathing, but when his hand gently probed beneath her head, his fingers came away wet. Please let that be mine! "Mrs. Fisk, I need you to answer me. Come on, medic, I need you to answer me."

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