The moment that Lissington raised his head, Derek let out another laugh. He couldn’t help it - even if Derek had to walk through the rest of the day with animal dung stuck to his behind, this moment would have made it all worth it.

“If you were fine, you wouldn’t be here and neither would I now, would we?” Derek countered gleefully, letting out a sigh as he conjured a stool in which to sit across from Lissington as he rummaged through his healer’s kit. It didn’t surprise him to see the younger man at Gringotts, much less to hear the fact that he’d been stuck inside a bloody tomb for the past few days. Derek himself gave a visible shiver paired with a grimace that told Gus exactly what he thought of the idea of being stuck inside a cursed tomb.

“You cursebreakers and your thirst for danger,” He admonished, tsking as he waved his wand to cast a simple diagnostic spell over his patient. The chart above them glowed a warm amber. Dehydrated indeed. Derek eyed the parchment before tracking the beads of perspiration he saw slowly forming on Gus’ brow and the back of his neck.

“Not so fast there, Lissington.” Merlin, if Gus was a kid he’d already be halfway off his seat and Derek would be seizing the back of his shirt to hold him still. Thankfully they weren’t quite there. Yet. “You’re extremely dehydrated and -” He cast another, more complex web of diagnostic spells before grimacing again. “- there’s a problem with your body temperature, it looks like.” Gus Lissington wouldn’t be going anywhere for quite some time.

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