"And Brian's time to help her will come," Robert said. "But right now, whether this heals or not depends largely on me, and she and I both know that. Truthfully, if this wound had happened to any other witch or wizard in the world, they'd be sent to St. Mungos because no other hospital has the skills that we do. And that puts this squarely on me. As Steven well should remember from his own experiences in being sent to St. Mungos because the Americans didn't know how to deal with his injuries."
"We're not arguing with you, Robert," Brian said. "We just don't know how to help."
"And I'm telling you that right now you're doing everything that can be done," Robert said. "The fact is that this may, in some form, be somewhat of a permanent injury for her, no matter what I do. And it may cause her pain for the rest of her life. That is, ultimately, what I think she's bracing herself for. If I were in her shoes, that would be exactly what I would be doing."
Angus looked at Brant. "You? Cook? Whatever for?" he frowned. "You've not done it this long. Why would you start now?"