"You too, Healer Jones," he said after promising to take care of his eye with a nod. "I hope I won't have to see you any time soon; or at least, under better circumstances."
He put on his glasses, adjusted them so that they were sitting correctly on the bridge of his nose. Glancing back at Hestia, he gave a little nod and then exited St. Mungo's, eager to get back to Penny, and to have a quiet evening.