Though nothing Malfoy said was particularly good news, it did seem to dissipate some of the frustration Harry had felt towards Malfoy’s dismissive thee syllable replies. It was, however, swiftly replaced with what as a little twinge of genuine concern.<br/>Harry tried so desperately to follow Malfoy’s radical change in approach, struggling to differentiate between information now that there was suddenly so much of it. The fact that his life was in danger was the only one that stuck out to him, and though it what that which lingered in his consciousness, he didn’t seem terribly scared of it.<br/>"So why is it I can’t leave?" he asked, his annoyance no longer traceable in his voice. Harry spoke almost tentatively, as if he wasn’t sure Malfoy had actually explained it. "I know you’re a Healer, but should I not go to St. Mungo’s?"<br/>There was an unspoken<span style="font-style: italic">if I’m dying </span>at the tail end of that question, understandable only in the way Harry’s brows quirked.