"I have what I need, Cass. I'd like to keep it that way." Percy took Cass's hand and kissed it. "I need you to be well; that is all." He looked at Cass and smiled. "I'm not that pathetic, am I? I just-" He what? Truth was that he was afraid of losing Cass, of watching him die and not being able to do anything about it. "Let's just wait for a Healer that knows what he's doing."
The revelation made him feel a little better. "One of the Healers, one who knew a little about Muggles, suggested it. I'm glad it helped, and now, can you let me go so I can get us cleaned up?" Not that he couldn't pulled out anyway, but he had no intention of doing it that way.