Corrie's mouth opened, and worked for a moment - she wasn't sure what to say. She hadn't felt particularly amazing or helpful. "I let it get to me," she mumbled. "Stupid. Knew better." It had just been such a surprise, to see what it had turned into. Where had that even come from?
But it had sure been effective.
Her lips twitched faintly at his suggestion, thinking not only of the implication that he'd never hurt her before, but the more sobering thought of what his boggart had said to her, the echo of what she'd told him. Bleeding to death on the floor... Leaning forward - carefully again, don't move too quickly, careful - she reached out and pulled the cloth away from her hand, exhaling both as it pulled against the splinters and as she saw the shards of aspenwood spiking from her palm. It didn't quite look like her hand had been transfigured to a porcupine, but it was close.