Percy blinked across at her. "Do you need to what?" he asked, quite unaware of what she was asking.
"Oliver– he did something magnificently stupid," there was a slight pause before he added, "because of me." Lowering his voice further, and finding his book a fascinating object to stare down at, Percy explained, "He went after Bole and Greyback alone. I.. he didn't.. it.."
Feeling his ability to articulate eloquently tapering off, Percy sighed deeply. "He's lucky to be alive."