"Yeah," she says, and this time, grabs a large hoodie from the foot of her bed and starts to stand up. "I brought you in, you were bleeding something awful on your feet. You shouldn't thank me, though. I'd do the same for anyone." Magic was just very handy.

She pauses for a moment, standing right at the edge of her bed. "I wouldn't judge if you were. What was it, then? You weren't responding at all."

She rolls up the sleeves of the hoodie. "C'mon, I'll make us some breakfast. Coffee, then, if you don't fancy tea?" Gosh, she was British.