Words of logic and sound reason were welcome to the Herbologist. River Reed, bless him. Paul Myers pursed his lips and watched each of the boys out of the corner of his eye. "Thank you, Healer Reed."

Paul knelt down in front of Carlton. He put his hands on top of Carlton's that were atop his ears. The heavy breathing came as a concert to Paul, though, because he knew...this was a panic attack. "Carlton, look at me," he said in a clear, but soft voice. "Point of focus--" he held up one finger in front of Carlton's face. "Look at me. We're right here, in the Hospital Wing." He hadn't handled a panic attack in a long time. He hoped he wasn't doing more harm than good. "I will not let any monster...or whatever it was....take you all again. I promise." He put his hand on his heart. "It probably much rather consume me, anyways. I'm kind of fat," he smiled a little. Maybe it was an ill timed joke. But Paul Myers had many of those.

How were Rooney and Henry doing? Paul grabbed his wand and shot another patronus, his second one today, to find Henry's mother, wherever she may be. Her son was back, and she deserved to know.