Hestia was frowning. She wasn’t a healer, but she knew that head injuries were tricky. If she passed out, if she fell asleep she could slip into a coma and die. Hestia shook the thought out of her head as she tried to figure out what to do.
“Alright. Hey, Don’t worry.” Hestia said, trying to sound more confident than she felt. “I’m going to pick up up, alright, and I’ll get you too a healer, but I need a few things from you, Wealsey. I’m going to need to you keep your eyes open for those beasties. And I’m going to need you to keep talking, it’ll certainly keep me feeling a bit safer.” She sighed a bit, positioning herself to hoist up Ginny, bridal style, as smoothly as she could.