When you lose something you can’t replace

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"Speech!"
What had happened to her? A frown tugged at the corners of his dark lips and silver eyes scanned her weak body. His sister wasn't much smaller than him, if any, but the condition she was in now made her look so small. It reminded him of Bowen before she even brought their lost sister up. His frown remained, only his gazed hardened as she voiced her name. He looked away from Daphne then, trying not to feel the emotions he felt when she crept back into his thoughts and memories. After a moment, all he could form was a near-silent "No."

As she shook the water from her pelt from some kind of second wind, Grimshaws lips curled as he turned his face and upper body away from the onslaught. He followed with his own shake, calm and collected before looking around the abandoned hut she'd taken shelter in. This was no place to rest and recover. She would certainly fall ill to pneumonia or something similar, destined to meet a grim fate. "We need to get you someplace dry. I'm staying in the Armada now. We'll see with Sirius if you can stay, at least for now." He cast her a glance after he finished, not really leaving much room for debate. Whether she would stay in the Armada was her choice, or perhaps Sirius would want to send her back home to the Hallows. Either way, Daphne couldn't stay here. Grimshaw wouldn't allow it.

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