"I'm okay," he said. Or he was learning to live with pain, one or the other. He didn't think things were supposed to linger this way, but he also hadn't taken as many potions as he'd have given a patient. It was true what they said, Healers made the worst patients, even Healers in training.
He was more concerned with Sandy's dreams. He sat up in the bed, and reached for his wand. He didn't want anyone listening in, and he'd learned his lesson about privacy by this point.
"What do you mean you dreamt it? Like, saw what was going to happen, or as it happened?" He'd thought the dream about the kidnapping had been a fluke, but two such dreams in a short period of time, that was something else.