...I'm sorry for what happened between us. I feel substantially better now. You were still the best friend I had here and I simply wish to go back to what we had before, if...that is possible in any way.
I- we're stuc- Steve! [Laboured breathing, sick sound of slicing and a muffled scream as he covers the device] for lack of a better term, we're screwed [Small, choked laugh] you've rubbed off on me, Priestly. I'm so sorry-- I failed you.
If anybody is without warmth or shelter, there is a fire pit in the 'Room of Requirement', the large wooden door on the fifth floor. Anybody is welcome and the room is rather large, it seems to have provided seating arrangements for the majority of the house.
[Priestly] You're welcome, of course. I suppose having fiery powers came in handy. Howy Are you okay?