[ Lancelot audibly takes a shaky breath, and his dog turns further toward him -- clambers into his lap and licks at his fingers.
There's a moment of hesitation before he reaches out and draws his locket over, tilts it up. There are cuts all over his face, and there's some mixture of wariness and regret in his expression under the layers of exhaustion. ]
No, forgive me Hermione. Your offer is made out of kindness, but I fear I need more than healing magic can offer.
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There's a moment of hesitation before he reaches out and draws his locket over, tilts it up. There are cuts all over his face, and there's some mixture of wariness and regret in his expression under the layers of exhaustion. ]
No, forgive me Hermione. Your offer is made out of kindness, but I fear I need more than healing magic can offer.