"St Mungos!" Taff exclaimed, a little louder than he intended, drawing a few gazes from other people trying to enjoy their meals. He swallowed and caught himself. Quickly he gripped Tristan's hand tight, "Tristan what happened?! Where are you hurt? Should we go now? Why do you always have to act so tough for me?! If you're hurt we need to go!"
Taff looked about ready to drag his brother to the fireplace across the room. He trusted his brother to have enough floopowder for the both of them to get to St Mungos, but if he didn't, Taff would demand some from the cafe manager. Yeah, that's what he would do!