The shock of seeing Fleur again was very brief, the situation at hand taking precedent over whatever pleasant memories he had of her. "He was bit by a snake. I think I got nicked by some finger nails, but it's not that serious," Roger explained, as he led the way to into the cottage. It was a nice place, with a homey atmosphere and he felt infinitely better by being somewhere like this.
It felt safe. "Do you know anything about healing?" His own skills in the area were rudimentary at best and horrible at worse. The only thing he could think of right then was to clean out the wound and get it bandaged. "Or do you know anyone that can come help us?"
Off the top of his head, only Madam Pomfrey came to mind as someone not connected to St. Mungo's. Which as no help at all, all things considered.