"You need to get to St. Mungo's," he decided after a moment of consideration. "If you are looking for other people that you're worried about they should be there too." Unless they were dead, but Roderick had just enough sense not to say that to her face.
He offered her his arm again so that she could stay steady and then managed a faint shrug. "I'm not sure where it hit," which was a lie, "but I'm sure it can't be as bad as it seems right now."
Probably also a lie.
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