"What?" Harry replied, feigning shock. "And imply that you're a female? Please. You'd break my arm in eleven places, and I'm finally getting feeling back in my hand. I don't want to be crippled again." He winced slightly, remembering both the fire that had burned his hand, and the fall that had broken his back. He glanced quickly at Murphy from the corner of his eye, to see if she'd noticed. He was sure she'd heard about his injury from Butters, among others, but he'd neglected to tell anyone how he'd recovered. Sanya had learned, but Harry didn't think the Knight was one to talk about others.
"...Murph?" Harry hesitated, his voice soft. "Did Maggie... Father Forthill...?" He wasn't certain how to ask, but he had to hear that his daughter was safe. He'd trusted Murphy with the most precious thing in his life, and knew she wouldn't have let him down.