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Gwenog Jones (haveyoumet_) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

When Gwenog realised he just wasn't going to look her in the eye, she focussed instead just past his ear, but at least he seemed to be following her breathing pattern. She smiled slightly and nodded. "You keep doing that, if it helps you can count your breath in and out," she advised.

"Ah, not too familiar with muggles then," she said carefully, part question, part statement of fact. "Let's just say they tend to regard skin colour in a similar way wizards do blood status. Only less colour is generally better in their eyes. I fail spectacularly on both fronts," she said. Her parents had both lived most of their lives in North Wales and had to learn to understand. Of course her mother then went on to teach at a Welsh-language school, which was a bit of a surprise for some people.

She nodded. "Just the two," she confirmed. Then he started talking about fixing things and clearing up and she was slightly concerned, then he continued and it became more alarming, especially given how oddly he was acting. She decided she needed to focus on getting his fingers into place before she could really deal with that particular problem. Or even make an attempt at it. "Next one on zero," she said, and counted down from three, pulling between two and one, as soon as she had a grip on the finger. "I need you to focus on me," she said, thinking maybe she could snap him out of it a bit since the pain didn't necessarily seem to help. She didn't know yet what she would do with the mess. Just clean it up, or try and get someone from DMLE down here. Although of course that would mean both submitting to questioning and admitting to doing healer's work she didn't actually have the knowledge to do.