"Details," Percy said, waving the objection off. "Although, you might want to prove how much you're worth as an Auror, by not getting injured. It would be such a refreshing change."
He watched Cass from his bed, wondering what was going through his mind, and Percy laughed when he finally spoke up. "Maybe you're the one who's sick and can't think." He cocked his head, looking at Cass. "You have to decide what you want, Cass; you know that. When you decided, don't expect me to walk back there, because I'm done moving for the day." He'd taken the first step, literally and metaphorically. Now it was up to Cass to do the rest.