There was nothing to prepare Theo for the shock of seeing Rodolphus looking so pale and worn - older than he'd appeared before. Still, he nearly froze when he saw his godfather's arm, or rather the lack of it.
'Your house elves always know what I want to drink,' he said mechanically as he walked to his chair, composing himself with every step. When he spoke, however, it was with genuine concern for a man he respected and cared deeply for. The one who had helped him through more rough spots than anyone else.
'I didn't know you'd been so badly injured or I'd have come before,' he said. 'Do you have competent healers?' he then asked as his usual cognac appeared on the table in front of him. 'I know of a few from the continent which would not ask questions.'