"He'll be safe for a few hours," he promised, though if he was honest with himself he felt anxious as well, just not quite as much as he felt about her almost having been killed only a few yards away from him. His heart was still pounding with the combined adreneline of the duel, the chaos, and finding out she'd been hurt. "I checked all the wards on the house before we left. Besides, I think You-Know-Who and his lot have gone off to lick their wounds; they're not thinking about us right now." He caught her flailing hand and held it between his. "I will go and get him as soon as I've satisfied myself that you're going to be okay. And then I'll probably get a shower, because I smell like I spent all night dodging curses and heavy-sweating into these robes," he added, in an attempt to lighten the mood - and in absolute honesty.