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Theodore Nott (nottfinished) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Theo couldn't catch his breath properly and it had nothing to do with the now bruised ribs, almost panting trying to keep his heart rate from rocketing and to stop the pain overwhelming him, his pupils tiny making his eyes look glowing blue. It was just a couple of broken fingers, nothing he hadn't had before, nothing he hadn't had to heal and rebreak and straighten and heal on his own before. This was much less painful and this saving Valkyrie was crouched in the dirt to help him, the least he could do was stay conscious. He couldn't hide the soft whimper in the back of his throat though, and it was mostly in response to what she said and not the way she took hold of the next finer.

He shook his head that it was necessary because he didn't think anyone would go to these lengths for someone like him in need, but he found himself nodding next at her query. He had a mind like a steel trap when it came to languages and it had been handy to pick up for spells back from Merlin's time. "A fyddai'n well gennych os byddaf yn siarad yn Saesneg ?" he offered, not wanting to be problematic even now, going still as the woman fixed another finger into place, looking down at the now straight digit as though it wasn't his.