Pressing kisses to his head – and avoiding the blood as best she could – Ailsa glanced around their surroundings, trying to find something, anything that might be of use.
The squirrel? Doubtful, unless it was a person is disguise. A nearby bush rustled but soon went quiet and Ailsa doubted whatever was in there would help anyway. The other spectators were too far away to be of much use and she certainly couldn’t lift him down herself!
Fortunately she had her wand and had the perspicacity to remember that she was a witch, after all, so gravity and her husband’s weight were not the awkward prospect they might have been for a muggle woman.
“Keep still darling,” she cooed, stroking his face as she levitated him up gently and out of the way of the branches before lovingly depositing him on the softest bit of ground she could see. (Which, with it being dark and all, was not saying much.) Very quickly she swept towards him, robe flowing with pleasing drama as she crouched at his side and cradled his head again.
“There we are. Keep still my love, I don’t want you to get a headrush and fall over, I think your poor body has suffered enough for one day.”
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