"I have, actually," Romilda said, taking a seat and grinning at him. She crossed one leg over the other and clasped her hands on top of them. "I knew you were into people of the male persuasion, one in particular. But honey, your flame is so bright it's almost blinding."
She glanced at the man in bed beside him. She knew who Mr. Rosier was, as the healer here and at St. Mungo's, where she'd spent some time volunteering with children. And she'd surmised that they were in a relationship, but seeing the two of them together was new. And sad, under these circumstances.
Such a shame Mr. Rosier was hurt. She hoped he'd wake up soon, and that she'd get a chance to see the two of them together before Mr. Crouch left.
"Actually, this whole thing has been rather exciting," she said. "Don't take that the wrong way, I'm sorry people are hurt, and I'm sure the castle needs repairing too. But I've never been so close to anything like it before, only read about it. I'm a bit of an adrenaline junkie - my mother is terrified it will get me killed."
She smiled at him, wondering if that was a knowing question. Would he be mad that she'd shagged one of his men? She hadn't really thought about it being a bad thing, since her intentions were good. Ah well, she had already lost the dare, so it didn't matter. If he wanted to know, she'd tell him.