Who: Melinda and Marek Where: St. Mungo's, then their flat When: Wednesday evening What: Taking Marek home! Warnings: language? possibly some dramatics?
Melinda was, of course, fretting up a storm. Marek was not one hundred percent healed, but given his general resistance to their drugs and potions and charms, they were sending him home (with strict orders of rest) for the remainder of his healing. While he was still clearly damaged, to Melinda's eyes he looked good -- far better than he had the first night. Still, she worried.
She was fiddling with the scarf a little as she came back into Marek's room, making sure it wasn't going to fall. "Ready?" she asked, forcing her tone to something light and cheerful. She'd brought him actual clothes to be transported home in, certain he would be happy to be out of the hospital gown. He still had bandages to be changed, but he'd put up with her shoulder and its unnaturally slow healing time, she could help with his burns.