The girl's head fell limply against him and he caught her, brushing her hair aside again, touching the side of her neck just shy of the puffy twisted bite. "Oh, hell."
Gideon nodded as she whispered, and lifted her arm around his neck. "Just hang on," he said grimly. Whoever had done this to her... Well, likely wouldn't ever be caught, but should be...
He scooped Minerva up into his arms, the cloak wrapped snugly around her. She weighed practically nothing. "Gonna get you someplace warm."
He focused, then Apparated with her to St. Mungo's, calling out as he shifted her in his arms.