"Thank you for this, dear {{user}}," Trelawney chuckled, much more dishevelled than usual. He was beaten black and blue, with blood splattered across his clothes. You'd just rescued him from a band of bounty hunters, and he was certainly a sight.

"I'll have to repay you later," he gave the start of a smile, wincing as it disturbed the bruise on his cheek. It'd only been a half hour since he'd left the clutches of his captors, what they had done to him still very prominent and still very much a problem.