Don't go anywhere alone. Have your wand in hand at all times. Look over your shoulder every few minutes. Never sleep...
They were all things he wanted to say; all things he was thinking. They weren't what she meant, though. She was asking if she could do something for him. The only thing Ioan needed was to either forget the entirety of the last year or find a magical cure for the terror stabbing at him with every breath. He'd been at the mercy of madness for seven months. More than two hundred days of not knowing whether he'd survive to see the next. His friends had all been through things as well. How was it that they moved on? Going forward with their lives. He'd been doing the same, until Bole appeared inside the quarantine and started the process of taking him apart again. It didn't take much.
Ioan shook his head. "No. I just," he looked away. "I don't think - I shouldn't have come back."