Was he stable enough for her to apparate? Ezra felt a stab of panic at the idea that she might leave him here alone with the shadows while she apparated somewhere to get help. He could manage it, if he had to — staying still and waiting was probably no more perilous than wandering in the woods with her, so whatever got him out of here fastest was the way they ought to go, but he didn't want her to leave until he'd had a chance to prepare himself for her absence. He instinctively tightened his grip on her elbow to keep her from pulling away when he wasn't ready, then realized she hadn't made any attempt to separate herself from him. Did she mean she was going to apparate and take him with her, then? That was a lot to ask of her — the two of them leaving together, when presumably they were both here with people who would notice their absence sooner or later. But if she didn't know the way out, floo wasn't a very viable option, and he did need to get out of this party.

Could he apparate? There was no special reason to believe he couldn't — but even if he were to push the thoughts of shadows out of his mind enough to focus, he doubted Rosalie would let him try it on his own, given that he'd told her he was sick and she was obviously worried.

"Could you get me home?" he asked. "Not a hospital. I need to be home."

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