Harry held onto her, tightly. "We'll find him," he said. "If he's out in the City now, we'll find him, and quickly. We'll help him heal again."
Arms still around Dinah, Harry looked back to the faerie. "Can you find him again?" he asked. With sprinkle stains on the pixie's mouth, she nodded. "Okay, Corporal. Take a few others and go searching. Teams of two. When he's found, one stays near the boy, the other comes to me and leads the way."
With another rod-straight salute, Missy fluttered off in a streak of blue light.
Harry kissed Dinah's forehead. "I hope that was okay?"