Getting out of here was a blessing in and of itself already, but Silvie being the one to come pick him up made it even better. Merlin, she was a sight for sore eyes if ever there was one, and he had to resist the urge to pull her into bed with him--with both arms again, no less!-- as they waited. Honestly, if he wasn't expecting her to pop her head in any second, he would have seriously considered it. He hadn't been allowed to use his right arm! A man still had needs, after all, and it wasn't as though his left could even be deemed a passable substitution...
"Oh, you have no idea," he muttered, his smile practically fixed on his features as he reached forward to take her hand to kiss the back of it. "I know they already mentioned getting a wheelchair ready so you could get me downstairs, but I'll be damned if I won't be walking out of here. It's not like my legs were broken." He resisted the urge to grumble about it. At least he was all better-- and the guy that had secured Puddlemere the cup. The thought made his eyes light up. "Seeing as I missed out on all the festivities last time... promise me we'll celebrate properly?"
Even if it was just the two of them, there wasn't an ounce of him that didn't deem the thought simply idyllic.