[She actually has to backtrack through their conversation a minute, trying to pin down what he's talking about, until eventually she stumbles across I want you to stop being awful and — hmm. He had, hadn't he? She'd noticed, even, that he'd come around almost...

almost immediately...

...after she'd said that. Hmm.]

I'll tell him. And in the meantime, you should probably get some rest. Or I suppose you might ignore me and walk all over the place on your ankle, if that's what you decide. You and he are alike that way — stubborn, even when you are injured.

[She gets up, and before she can think twice about it, she runs the tips of two fingers down the line of his jaw, grazing the stubble before falling off naturally at the chin.]

Let's talk about magic again sometime, yes? I like to learn new things. And perhaps next time it will be my turn to show you some of my other tricks.