He did feel the charms she cast, the way his muscles eased making him relax more than he already had upon laying down. It always surprised him, really, how little he realized he spent most of his time in pain until the charms were cast and the healing redone. Pyxis had gotten far too used to his injury, he decided, not for the first time. Every time Rory healed him up, he had that same realization, and though he didnât voice it, he assumed she knew how thankful he was for that fact. He tended to leave feeling almost how he had been before his shoulder was hurt in the first place, and if the methods she was thinking on were going to work him closer to that⊠Well. Pyxis would let her try anything she needed to.
He let his eyes close at her explanation of Bessetâs case, allowing a little chuckle at the mention of the side effects. He did remember Besset mentioning hives and a particularly unpleasant stickiness that he didnât specify the location of when he first started on that particular potion, but he had mostly forgotten about it. He grinned, though, and shook his head slightly. âHe did have some interesting issues with that one. But Iâll give him this, it did keep him in for a good couple years more than any of us expected him to stay. I would definitely rather avoid that one, though. Iâd rather avoid anything particularly extreme if we can, as a matter of fact. Iâm not that bad off, surely.â
He wasnât, of course, but it would be all too easy for him to fall into that if he werenât careful now. Pyxis was far from a careful person, and certainly not when it came to himself on the Quidditch pitch, but he knew he had reached the age where he had to keep an eye on his health a little more now. Switching from the Healer that told him to retire three years earlier over to Rory had been the start of taking better care of himself â her treatments, a trusted method of keeping himself healthy, were another. He looked up at her with her teasing response, allowing an easy laugh. ââTil Iâm eighty, hmm? If you can manage that, Iâll make sure you get an award of your own when I get one for being the oldest gent to make it on the pitch still.â
It was easy enough to be playful, and Pyxis gave an agreeing hum, both at her statement about rescheduling if there was an injury and her being too good for injuries to be frequent. âDonât I know you are by now,â he returned with an easy grin, looking up and tossing her a quick wink with it. âIf itâs easier for you during the week, we can always jostle that around too. Iâll just shift our usual day off to mirror that, easy enough. The lads wonât mind a little shift in schedule, Iâm sure. For the most part, anyway.â
