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The1HBIC 
Healer Murdoch lowered the rat when Cutty mentioned losing his pudding. Healer or not, she did not want anyone losing anything on her. "There will be no losing of anything Mr. Mordaunt." Except maybe the filth on those dungeon walls once she got done with the house elves.
Not wanting to get rid of the rat, because she still had plans of feeding it to the snake, she put it behind her back so it was out of Cutty's sight. "You really think I'm going to believe there's nothing wrong with you?" She asked as she placed her empty hand on his forehead. "You're burning up!" Which would most likely explain the delirious state he was in. "We need to get you to the infirmary."
Could he walk or did he need her to help him?
Cutty remained leaning against the wall when the Healer's hand went up to feel his forehead, in passive non-resistance. It wouldn't be as if Healer Murdoch hadn't ever caught him in a lie before. It was just what Cutty Mordaunts did best. Besides, trying to fight her on it would've been a standard exercise in how to waste time with futile arrangements, and perhaps a couple of lulz as well.
The fever was proving useful again, Cutty realized as his Head of House was prepared to look after him. He couldn't muster a smile, but inside he was pleased. He did not like the idea of not being able to help himself but if in exchange it meant that someone else would he could make peace with that arrangement. Especially if that someone was the tougher than duro Healer Murdoch.
Cutty stood and peeeeled, albeit a bit too literally from the wall and immediately realized that he hadn't meant to lean against it. Carefully, he removed his aspen wand and fired off an unintentionally weak, "
Tergeo." on the back of his clothing. He owed it to his familiarity with that spell that it worked. He'd follow her up toward the Hospital Wing.