Dallon nodded. "Your brother. That's Professor Way, I assume? Mikey." It seemed absurd, Mikey fighting, but that was the war for you. Dallon hadn't been a fighter, but that had changed as well.
He listened intently, interest piqued. If Gerard had been that severely injured it would have surely been caused by magical means. Injuries of the flesh, of the common variety, were rarely fatal to wizards and required little time to bounce back from. Dallon gazed at him for a second. "How were you injured?" He bit his lip, looking down. "If you don't mind my asking."