Faustus couldn't help but crack a smile at her first response. How many times had he heard that from various colleagues, or said that to the group of Aurors that were constantly putting themselves in danger? A sustained injury is an injury, no matter how small. Though he knew the one at his side was worsening, it was far more important to get them both back to the ballroom. It wouldn't be life-threatening, though it might worsen to the point where he'd add another scar to the slough of ones that he already had.

His smile disappeared slowly and then all at once as soon as he saw she had trouble focusing on him, then her subsequent reaction. "Yes," He contradicted firmly, mentally bracing himself for the protest his side was about to put up as he lifted her up again. "Yes it does matter very much Miss Skovgaard." He began walking down the hallway again, this time his pace quickening as he eyed their surroundings for any sign of glass walls warping or branches flying through windows. "And you wouldn't be saying that if one of your patients said that to you."

Faustus glanced back down at her, the ghost of a smile on his face failing to mask the true worry that was now seeping into his expression. He prayed to Merlin that there was another healer at the ballroom already that would be able to attend to her.

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