"You're not going to collapse, are you?" Chris' voice came from the cobbles next to the sidewalk upon which Smith knelt. He stood there, hand braced on a lamppost, watching the other man carefully. "Because I'd hate having to explain to my niece why you'd fallen over after getting her and her mother through everything in Mathwell."
He was tired. More than anything in the world, he was tired. Too many potions, too much magic, too many charms and spells, too much backlash. His family was safe, at least, home and sleeping - eating healthily, bathing, being taken care of. He hadn't had a chance to thank Smith yet, though.