Under normal circumstances, Faustus would have been observant enough to notice the effect his congratulatory clap on Dorset's back had on the young man, but frankly he had been rather occupied with the unconscious man that was still hovering peacefully in midair. The mention of needing Obliviators was enough to sober him enough, and he glanced sharply at the hovering man. Of course, he hadn't had the decency to go quietly, no that would be too easy. His expression softened to one of concern as he focused back on Dorset and his shoulder. It would need to be seen to immediately — though it was likely possible to be mended in a heartbeat, Faustus didn't intend on prolonging Dorset's suffering any more than it needed to be. Especially after he had done such a good job over the past few days, albeit perhaps a bit haphazardly so.

Faustus was in no mood to lecture Dorset on the finer parts of suspect and criminal apprehension though, and so he looked to Sterling, knowing from one head auror to the former one what needed to be done. He jerked his head wordlessly towards the door and Sterling nodded, immediately striding out to fetch the Obliviators. "In the meantime, let's get him transferred into our custody." He said as Sterling's cloak disappeared down the hallway, and he turned back to Dorset. Faustus pointed his wand at the floating body to take over so Dorset might have a bit more peace and relax as much as he could. "I'm sorry to prolong your suffering, Dorset, but I'll need you to sign some documents to transfer custody right now. But I won't ask you to fill out your statement until you've had your arm seen to." He nodded to the injury, his brow creased in concern.

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