Somehow, words like my boyfriend just tried to take on a Death Eater and a werewolf by himself made Verity's problems seem petty. "Oh," she said in a small voice. Then: "Oh. God.... But he's alright? You're here, so that means he's alright?"
She had been about to ask Percy if she needed to break Oliver's legs or something, like it was about him being an overbearing git again. She flushed and looked away, sorry she'd opened her mouth.