"Darling, don't try so hard. We all know you want it, but you're giving yourself headaches, and that can't be good. Write down what happened today, and when you go to the healers you can bitch at them all you want. A month - and a week. You've only been here a little over a week, and you said you were in hospital in Spain before that."
He looked over her shoulder, reading the passage about where she told Verity about sleeping with Monty. He bit at his lip and ran a hand over his hair as he simply nodded. "We all have lapses in judgement, darling, and it really was ancient history for them." But any memory was important for her now. "But Verity's always thought to have a claim on Damian, even if the rest of us were having far too much fun together for anything remotely like settling down."
"Well that's probably because we didn't see anything from Rome other than the balcony and the bed. Oh, and the sofa. And the rug by the fireplace. And the door to the bedroom..." So he made some of that up. Not like that hadn't done that before, just in other places. "But do you remember Cass at all?" he asked, jerking his head towards the auror, who was sitting far too quietly for Miles' liking.