The mention of the word 'dungeon' caused Ollivander to cringe, imagining that she was being kept locked up in some cold and dank cell. His staunch position to remain neutral was wearing thin. The last thing he wanted was to get Verity in even more trouble; he was fully ready to leave his shop to go save her, when he read that she was stuck in the Lestrange's home as it burned, but after understanding the Lestranges were on their way, he felt it was not his role to interfere.
"Well, first of all, my dear, you ought to lay down. You should take some weight off your leg." He placed his hands to help her to her feet. "You may use my bed. I'm not an expert at Healing, but I do know a thing or two." Over the years, he picked up some healing spells to fix the nicks and cuts that sometimes occurred while working with wood.
He led her to his bedroom, a small area with nothing more than a bed, which practically took up half the space. While it was cramped, it was immaculately clean and well made. "Are you eating enough? Would you like some tea?"