"You go and do where you're needed," he said simply, blowing lightly across the surface of his tea before taking a sip. "And you're happy to do it. That's what makes you such a great healer."
Neville laughed at her self-prescribed cure for her fatigue. "That's a prescription I'm very happy to help with." He grabbed the plate of scones, then nodded vaguely in the direction of the front door. "And right now I say that fresh air is just the thing you need."