Deitha sighed, she hadn't intended to cause a fuss by coming here and was beginning to wonder if it had been a mistake. Hearing that this other woman was indeed Odhrán's girlfriend was both a blessing and a curse - a blessing that someone was there who might look after him in ways that he clearly needed, but a curse in that he seemed far too naive to realise what he had going for him.
She gave it a moment after... Talia was it? after Talia left the room before speaking. Awkwardly. Odhrán was trying to get up.
"Well, you're on the mend, so that's something. Aoibheann and I really didn't know what to make of you in the state we found you in, but I guess someone competent was working at St Mangled's for a change. I was going to say that you and I should talk about what happened at Azkaban but you're clearly in no state to talk about that - you should be resting! Me, I've been perfectly fine with Bonehead here, it's you that needs looking after, just this once. And I think... maybe an apology to your girlfriend might be in order -- but not until you're better."
Looking at Bonehead, she hissed, "Bewaken!" And with an air and posture that almost resembled training, Bonehead sat herself pointedly down between Odhrán and the door.
"I'm going to go and see if I can sort out this mess for you. You stay here with Bonehead and rest."
Gingerly heading down the stairs, Deitha found Talia crying. Every instinct she had was to go in for a hug - that relatively new-found compassion of hers was showing again, she'd have to talk to O-- some other time.
"Talia, was it? You and I should talk. It's... it's honestly not what you think." She wasn't sure if she was getting through to Talia or not, whether she was being heard or not but she persisted anyway.
"First up, I'm not another girlfriend on the side. Yes, I was a patient - and it's no surprise that Odhrán asked about me before worrying about himself, he does that - a lot. Too much. Before what happened, at my last session I saw him look very tired - I think he's had a lot of patients that have worried him lately, and I think you might know something about it, whether you know that you do or not."
Awkward monologues were awkward, she thought, but it was the only way to deal with this as far as she was concerned - to get it into the open. She wasn't sure they were at the hugging state of their... acquaintanceship yet.
"So, I presume you know he went to Azkaban earlier this week... well, I was there on business of my own, I... collect debts for people, and someone in the Ministry wanted me to interrogate a prisoner, so I was there. I don't know how it happened that he was there too, but he was - he was seeing his father, trying to find out everything he could about what happened to them all."
She paused, swallowing hard. "I think it had been a long time since his father had any hope in the world, and I think a lot of memories were shared. We, uh, had some problems with dementors between us - whatever Odhrán and his father talked about, it riled them up pretty good but we left there with our souls intact - I'd put out a few spells, kept them at bay, but from somewhere Odhrán pulled out the largest patronus I've ever seen. Must have been seven feet tall. I don't think he'd ever cast one before and yet, there it was, fully formed, corporeal, seven feet tall if it was an inch. Great big angry moose."
Hoping that Talia was listening and that the words were being taken in - though Deitha had to concede it was a bit of a long shot - she took a breath and continued. "I know that Odhrán is a stubborn man, and I'm certain that he didn't tell you about going to Azkaban because he knew you'd worry about him if he did. When he saw me today, he just did what he always does: worry about people not him first. The procedure he used on me might not have held up against dementors, let alone after we riled them up, but that's just him being him - always putting everyone else around him first. But now that his sister is doing better... he's coming apart at the seams a bit."
Deitha found herself wringing her hands a bit. "I guess you could say this is where I came in, both when Aoibheann and I went looking for him and today... he and I... we're both damaged goods in our own way. Not enough people in our lives to have loved us properly. And we both know a thing or two about lashing out, and about vengeance. Truth is, I went looking for him before... because after Azkaban I wondered if he might do something... stupid. Turns out I wasn't entirely wrong."
"I'm glad he's got you though, even if he doesn't know how much of a treasure you are. Does he know about you and your disguise? I didn't hang around much at St Mangled's but enough to see the blonde 'nurse' there, as well as the various consulting specialists. Blonde isn't really my thing but you made it work for you."
Cripes, that was awkward.
"Well, I've said everything I was going to say. If you'd like me to go and leave the two of you alone, say the word, I'll fetch Bonehead and we'll leave you be. Or if you like I can make you a pot of tea and I'll sit and talk about whatever you'd like to talk about. Us girls sort of have to stick together, after all."
She shrugged... "I also do quite nice hugs if that would help, but I don't know you, you might not like being hugged. But one's on offer. Along with a handkerchief if you like."