Corrie took her wand in her bandaged hand, using it as an excuse to think for a moment. It was awkward trying to get a grip through the bandages, especially since, for obvious reasons, it pressed right where the splinters had been worst.
"There's still Min." She wanted to fix Min, but Lorcan sounded so tired. He looked tired. She was too. She did need a healer. She should just leave now.
"I could still help with her," Corrie said anyway. "If you want. It's been a busy night, but..." she hesitated a moment, then admitted, "I didn't like seeing her like that."
She tried for another smile, tentative and questioning. "And I have a wand again?" For now, she was ignoring the fact that the last time she'd done magic, it had almost literally blown up in her face.
"If you want," Corrie said again, torn between looking away and gazing at him imploringly. She compromised, turning her face away slightly but glancing back. He'd said she did well with the boggart, and had helped him, and had been amazing. But maybe that wasn't enough.