Verity didn't speak out loud what she'd been thinking all along- Healer Mallard couldn't know how Montague's memory was. "We don't have time!" she snapped. "He has a son and a wife and soon he's going to have baby girls that he won't be there for! He won't see them born or growing up- we have no idea why he's in a coma we don't know how to wake him up or how long he'll be like this!"
She shouldn't be yelling at Theo, she knew that much- but it was all easy for him to sit there. It wasn't Padma laying unconcious. If it had been the story would have been different.
Her jaw was clenched but she didn't answer him when he asked if he'd failed her. No, he hadn't, but this was beyond him.
"I look fine," it wasn't as though she had neglected to clean, dress, or do her hair.