"Yes you did. You saved him. Your thestral," Zacharias said, his voice gently edged, and rather soft. Like Theodore was a deer and any loud noises might send him skittering away, off like a short.
"Come here," he said and he guided the smaller boy over to the bed in the room and helped him sit down. "Theodore," he said, trying to distract him from his ramblings, to get the broken record back on track. "Look at me, okay?"