Amarissa curled in a little closer against the back of the couch, leaning sleepily against the side. She let the mug of hot chocolate that she was holding rest on the arm, her fingers remaining curled around the warm ceramic.
"Yes," Amarissa confirmed after a moment. "In theory, there shouldn't be any more trouble." She paused for the briefest of moments. "I don't know much about the details." She confessed. "I think it was some kind of goblin-made tool."
In truth, she hadn't pressed for much information. Simply put, she hadn't wanted to know. It wasn't as if there were many choices left available to her by that point. The Healers in Spain were the only ones that could help her now. She couldn't turn anywhere else, so whether she felt comfortable and trusted them, they were her first and her last option. She had to let them do as they wanted with the blade, and hope that everything turned out okay. Whether she knew what was going on or not while she was sprawled out on the table didn't change a thing about it. She could stay at home and refuse treatment and let it slowly kill her or let them take a gamble with whatever they could find and let it immediately kill her. Or, dare to hope that everything would turn out okay. In short, her situation couldn't have gotten much worse than it had been when she walked in the door.
It was also almost uncomfortable and strange for her to discuss what had happened. She didn't really know how to be a proper Auror anymore, as strange as that was. It had been such an integral part of her identity over the last few years, and now, everything that was essential to be an Auror had been called into question. She had thought she knew how to defend herself, how to combat dark magic and those who used it, but someone had gotten far too close to her. They had gotten inside her body and inside her head, and it made Amarissa feel acutely wary and vulnerable. Worse was that she didn't know what had been inside her head. Yes, there was an extremely strong memory charm there now, but what if someone was still there...? That was perhaps the most terrifying idea to her, the one that she hadn't dared voice to anyone. What if she could now be used against the people she loved, against everyone?
"I was told that it was the blade of a sword that had been broken off." Amarissa answered. If her voice was a bit fainter than usual, it was because she was tired still, obviously. "And I'm not sure how it 'jabbed inside of me'. I was told I went missing for a few days. I can't remember anything from that time." Her eyes didn't quite meet James. It was just easier to let them study the pattern of the couch, or watch the way her fingers clenched and unclenched from around the cocoa mug.