"I certainly did not contact you for comfort."

There's that brittle snip to his tone that is so customary to everyone who knows Lucius at all, and this time made manifest in the kind of help he is getting. He grips injured arm at the elbow, mostly to force himself to keep still so that she can do as she needs. "And yes, it is magic," he adds, quieter, to make sure all is understood. "You're familiar with it."

That, too, is good.