He studied her, unsure of how truthful she was being if only to try and discern if she would need any more assistance getting back to the ballroom. In the end, he had to trust her - this was neither the time nor place, and he had to take her at her word unless they wanted to have a battle of who was more stubborn.

He peered over his shoulder and looked to where she had gestured. The ballroom seemed such a long way off, but they had very little choice. It was either get to the ballroom or wait here for the storm hit them again. Neither option sounded good when apparition was off the table.

"I suppose I shall have to," He replied, shifting his weight onto his palm to ease himself up. While his ribs protested, they merely felt bruised. It was the bandages he had to contend with, and he winced as he stood upright. With a wave of his wand, the buttons on his shirt did themselves and he figured he only looked slightly horrible, though the bloodstain on his shirt was likely going to cause some amount of alarm. "Here, let me." He held out a hand to help her up, intending to support the side she had injured.

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