The cold fear that settled in his stomach when she started talking had turned into a ball of ice by the time she'd finished, especially with the mention of a name he hasn't heard in years. If she faced Bellatrix LeStrange and came away with nothing more than a sore arm, he knew he'd witnessed nothing short of a miracle.
"Never had the pleasure of seeing the woman face to face, but from what I did hear, she was as mad as they come, no question there. But," he lowered her arm and cupped her face in his hand, "what d'you mean everything went pouring out of you?"