Al took his hand, not thinking twice about accepting the help. He handed Dumbledore the lump of iron, rubbing his shoulder with a faint wince. It was sore, but not too bad.
"Um, I, um," this was one of the more surprising encounters he'd had, and it was taking him a moment to be able to put words together. "Um, I, uh, yeah, it's, um, I'm, I'm, fine, uh, yeah." He stuttered, sounding even less coherent than usual. "It's, um, yeah, it's, it's fine."