She nods a little, giving him a tight smile that's noticeably forced.

"Just a broken arm. It'll heal," she tells him, matter-of-fact, but she knows that's not exactly what he meant. It was more than that. Was she okay? No. Given the situation, she was anything but. Knowing what she did -- however unhelpful that information may have been -- and not being able to talk to Tom about it openly had been an unwelcome weight on her shoulders.

She wishes she could say that this was just some monster, something she could hunt down and shoot and then they would be done with this, but Harry was human, human like the rest of them and somehow still a terrifying force, strong and fast and with no inhibitions.

People were getting hurt. People were dying, and it was because she hadn't managed to do her job properly since this whole thing started.

Disappointment, apparently, is something that's weighing heavily on the both of them.

"I'm more worried about you, Sam."