Fleur just nodded at their words as she continued to rest against Bill. The words were only getting half processed by her clouded mind so she figured it was better to just nod and agree. That and she knew Bill would look out for her, she would trust him with her life. If he said she was going to help and make her feel better, then Fleur believed him knowing he wouldn't lie to her.
"Ne la laisse pas me blesser ..." Fleur muttered to Bill softly, slipping back into French as she tended to do when she was tired, angry, or overly excited. Sometimes the English just slipped her mind. Though she let out a cry as she felt the pain associated with her shoulder being popped back into place. Turning slight, Fleur folded her body tightly against Bill, burying her head into his shoulder as a fresh wave of sobs washed over her. She had to admit though, her shoulder did feel a bit better now that it had been set. Now that she her shoulder was back in place she instantly wrapped the arm around Bill, clinging to him even tighter than she was before.
"Are we done yet?" She asked between sobs after what felt like a lifetime but really was only a couple minutes.