“Raphael,” she said. “Raphael, you shouldn’t have done it.” “Sustained a wound that will heal in a night in preference to losing a valuable member of the clan?” Raphael asked. “I acted to benefit myself. I generally do.” “You’d better,” Lily muttered, wiping tears savagely with the back of her hand. “What would I do if something happened to you?” “Something practical, I hope,” said Raphael.
