It wasn't a bad fall, and Septimus was able to pull his lanky frame up and out of the hedges in no time (although his foot got stuck and there was the rather embarrassing show of getting it out again). And then he noticed Cedrella rushing forward and trying to help him, and he immediately responded by cursing himself mentally, placing his arms around Cedrella's tiny little frame, and immediately Apparating away and to London a block away from St. Mungo's. It wasn't safe to stay at her house much longer, anyway.
After they landed, the first thing Septimus did was apologize for the sudden-ness of it, with Cedrella still in his arms. He smiled, sheepishly, and pressed the back of his hand to her forehead. Why'd he make her move at all?! While he didn't know she was going to be in the garden, he shouldn't have fallen and worried her. Because she was sick and that was the entire point of the day's excursion. "Sorry about that," he said, kissing the top of her head once he removed his hand. She seemed a bit warm.
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