When he almost shouted like that, Amelia jumped slightly from the noise. She hadn't been expecting it honestly, and a dark blush creeped into her face for some reason. "Gideon, calm down," she said quietly, putting her hand on his leg and looking into his eyes. "You have to remember, it may be the same Lestrange... but it's a different Rosier than the one who did it. You can't exactly... blame him for it. It's not the way things work." At least, not around here. People came back different a lot, and you couldn't necessarily blame one version for the other ones behavior. Or maybe you could, and this village just had her mind so boggled that it seemed okay to think like that.
You shouldn't have let that slip, she scolded herself internally. "I was out walking my dog really late, probably later than I should have been... could sleep and all, and they were dueling with each other in the forest to... I don't know.. get the urge out or something?" Amelia didn't pretend to understand Death Eaters. "They really had no idea I was there, but they were careless because of the time and how far out they were, and one of them forgot to put up anything in case a spell went awry." She stopped, running a hand through her hair and trying not to remember how bad it felt. It had been worse that the Cruciatus ten times over, in her opinion. "They were the ones who brought me to the hospital though... they could have left me to die." She shrugged a bit, giving him a reassuring smile to try and calm him.
"Hey," she said, putting his face between her hands and making him focus on her. "I'm fine, really, okay? Stop worrying about things in the past or now. Stop worrying about things period. You're tired, I'm tired, let's just go to sleep. We can figure out the rest later, yeah?"