Peter almost panicked when there was a wand pointed at him, to the point where he almost forgot he even had one of his own. He scowled and reached up his left hand, holding the injured one protectively against his chest as the older man pulled him to his feet. "They all said you were dead," he protested. "You look all right to me." He dusted sand off his tattered clothes with his good hand. "This is real, then?"