[montrose] lightning bolt. [tag; casey]

If he was going to be honest, he'd prefer if he was sitting in on a match.

Sat just behind the coach and the benched players, Harvey's eyes flicked back and forth as he watched the Montrose Magpies zip across the sky, resplendent in their black and white kit. He wasn't really a Magpies fan but the team had been warm and welcoming as he and a handful of other trainee Healers had to do their sports rotation. It was a lovely day - bright and cloudless with a bit of a breeze - and he absently checked his watch. He'd heard that lunch was being provided. He hoped there would be sandwiches.

Sitting quietly, his eyes were trained on the team's Keeper. It must have been at least three years since he'd seen Casey Regan last and the lasting memory he had of her was when she ploughed her fist through his face. Absently, Harvey reached up to gently touch the bump on his nose.

Curiously, he tilted his head as he crossed his arms across his chest and leaned back slightly in his seat. The Magpies' team were in discussion, jotting things down on paper and talking in hushed whispers behind the backs of hands. Casey looked so small on her broom but he knew first hand how powerful she was. An otherwise peaceful afternoon was shattered as a sickening crunch! and a piercing scream splintered the air.

Harvey was up and on his feet in an instant, easily vaulting over the seats in front as he dashed to the pitch. The whistle was blown and players around him began to land, confused and concerned about what had just happened. "Excuse me, sorry," he announced as he pushed through the crowd to see his once arch nemesis on the floor.

Harvey looked up, trying to judge the height she'd fallen from. It looked as though she'd landed awkwardly, right on her shoulder and he couldn't help but grimace because that really had to hurt. Showing off, more like. The idea made him smirk before he quickly wiped it off his face and extracted his glasses out of the pocket in his robe and slid them up the bridge of his nose.

"Give her a little bit of space," Harvey asked her team mates and her bosses, who dutifully took a step backwards. He offered her a grin. "Hiya Casey," he offered gamely as he knelt down next to her, his eyes flicking over her joint and wondering if it had popped out of place. Those were his favourite types of injuries and he did rather like shoving them back into the socket. With his chosen branch of medicine, he didn't get to do that too often, unfortunately. "Looks like you've fallen for me," Harvey added  with a slow grin. "Come on," he said as he reached out to try and carefully remove her Quidditch robes. "Relax, I'm not after your virtue."



@Casey Regan

They’d just entered a bye-week which meant that Coach McLean had taken the opportunity to ramp up their practices that much more, something about not wanting them to go soft. Casey didn’t mind the increased demand, especially when she and Jeremy had blown off steam not too long ago. She did her best to welcome the challenge, and to try to best her old personal records when she could, along with trying new things and pushing the envelope.

She’d even managed to get Coach Carmody, the Magpies’ keeping coach to let Finn work with them for the day. It was hard not to be enjoying herself, she felt good, and the drilling that Carmody had her doing was going well. They were working on some new concepts for transitional saves or saves that required the keeper to rely on only one or two points of contact with their broom while at speed. They’d been working on them over the last few weeks, first using crash pads and other safety measures before graduating to trying it low to the ground. This week though, Carmody and Casey had agreed that things were progressing well, and that it was probably time to try them at regular hoop height. They had set protection spells up so that if anyone did fall, their impact would be dampened, but not completely erased as it would be more game-realistic that way.

This particular save was only meant to be a band aid for a worst case scenario when she was out of position, and in great danger of getting beat low on one of the hoops and making a broom save wasn’t an option. It had her inverting and relying solely on her feet, her balance, and her core to keep her in position on the broom for the few seconds that she was going to be upside down sans any hands. It was one of the final repetitions before lunch was going to be called and she’d been jawing with Finn “Finn McKenzie, I know you can throw harder than that – stop lobbing them in” she’d said, laughing.

He’d obliged her, and it had been a good throw too. Nearly actually beating her through the lower edge of the far left hoop, which he’d done hundreds of times before, but this throw had something extra on it. Her twist to turn herself upside down, the catch, everything was nearly perfect, except for her left foot slipping just as she was righting herself, and Casey had committed to the move, feeling confident, so while she had good reflexes, it all just happened too quick for her to do anything but fall.

Physics might have been a muggle concept, but it certainly still applied as she twisted herself to try and keep her head and neck being the first thing to hit the ground. But she didn’t quite make it into the tuck for a tuck and roll, and instead felt her shoulder drive into the turf of the Quidditch pitch, followed by some highly unpleasant popping and crunching sounds. She’d yelped as she’d fallen, surprised that it was even happening, but as she made impact, far more unpleasant words were tumbling out of her mouth “Ow!” she growled as she rolled onto her knees, quaffle still tucked under her good arm. Casey paused her verbal assault of the turf as she realized a crowd was gathering “I’m fine” she assured them, as she blinked the dark spots out of her vision, and willed the ringing in her ears to go away.

The curses resumed as she began taking stock of her person. Her robes were somewhat ripped, and muddy. She tried move her free arm to feel for any broken bones and had to sit to her heels so as not to pass out. So, her arm was definitely a bit gammy “Shit! Fuck…Merlin’s saggy…” her commentary on a certain famous wizard’s anatomy was cut short when a familiar voice and face jogged their way into her view.

It was Harvey fucking Landsdowne.

Casey looked up at the wizard too quickly and blinked hard. The black spots were terribly persistent this time around. She’d fallen more times than she could count, though this was certainly one of the worst. Casey offered what she’d hoped was a civil grin but was afraid it was probably more grimace like at the moment. Her arm was starting to really hurt, and her mood was quickly blackening. “Landsdowne. You’re not a healer, are you?” she had meant to bite the words out, but found herself too weak and instead she laughed and then winced.

“If I ever fall anywhere because of you, Harvey, it’ll be to my knees because you’ve said something to make me sick – probably all over your fancy shoes.”

She raised an eyebrow as he reached for the front of her robe and gently smacked his hand away, finally letting the quaffle drop from her good side and onto the ground  as she tugged at the front of her robes “I’ve got it – it’s easier from my angle…and I have no fears about you or my virtue” she shot back with a laugh “you don’t exactly scare me.” She said, an amused expression now on her face. He was bigger than her, but that hadn’t stopped her from punching him in the face before, and Casey knew she’d have no problem reminding him of that fact if it was needed.

“How is your nose, by the way? My hand’s doing just fine now.” She baited, feeling grumpier by the minute. With her robe more or less loosened, she looked at Harvey “this is the part that’s going to suck” she said, laughing weakly. They were going to have to get her arm free of the sleeve of the robe before they could do anything, and the only way to do that was to slip it out of the robes all together. It wouldn’t take much at all, but it was going to sting.

It was likely that her shoulder was dislocated, being that her arm felt dead and numb, and like she couldn’t really control it, and a possible broken collarbone based on the way she fell, she thought. Her father had taught her a lot about the most common Quidditch related injuries over the years, usually while he was treating her for them, but this would be a new one. She swallowed hard and waited to see what he would do, not sure she trusted him entirely. It was ironic, her being at his mercy now “Your call, doc.” she challenged, her nerves channeling themselves into false bravado as she hoped shock would hold off for a few minutes longer.

"No," he said with a cheery smile. "I wear the robes for a laugh," he added sarcastically as his knees sank into the pitch. Casey looked pale, almost like she was going to vomit. Harvey snorted quickly as she picked up on a similar wavelength. "They're Italian leather and you will not," he scolded her as he peered at her face. She really should be going straight to the hospital.

She wasn't scared of him, she'd said, valiantly. He frowned as she slapped his hand away and he was forced to bite his tongue. If they were alone and without a crowd of her colleagues and his superiors, he might have been tempted to leave her in a heap on the floor. "And you're sure about that?" He asked, an eyebrow raised as he watched her get herself in a bit of a snaffle. His bedside manner was going to win him awards.

"It's perfect, thank you," Harvey replied politely to Casey's comment about his nose as he flashed her a smile. With delicate care, her robes were open as he inched them down over her elegant shoulders. Her hand was fine and he nodded. "But your shoulder's fucked," he added helpfully as he noticed it was hanging low and she was lopsided. With a feather light touch, he gently squeezed her fingertips to see if she could feel anything, his bright eyes scanning over her upper chest in a way that was, surprisingly, purely professional.

"Ah," Harvey smiled, glad that he wasn't going to have to warn her about the inevitable searing pain she was about to endure. "Just pretend this is a corset and you're in the sixteenth century," he joked salaciously as he felt along the sleeve of her robes to find the seam and promptly ripped it wide open - she could leave her clothes on. "It's been a while since I've done that," he mused with a thoughtful frown.

Harvey had to fight to keep his face relaxed because he was finally able to see the extent of the bruising. It was bright red and steadily spreading and warm to the touch. Her shoulder had definitely popped out and as much as they were joking, Casey must be in terrible pain.

"Okie dokie," he told Casey brightly as he shifted himself to better take his weight. "I'm going to shove that back in," Harvey warned her, as casually as he would order a cup of tea. His hand was on her wrist and he straightened out her arm as he figured out where her socket was. Harvey moved her arm in a handshaking motion, elevating it with care but the look on her face told her the nicey-nicey approach just wasn't going to cut it. He sighed. "Ready? On the count of three. One, two --"

He didn't wait for three.

With careful manipulation, he moved her arm back and hastily and roughly forced it upwards, the joint clicking back into place with a satisfying pop!. There was a faint groan from someone behind them and he could sympathise. Harvey held her there for a second to gage her reaction before he nodded, one hand on her back between her shoulder blades and the oher wrapped around her forearm. With a flick of his wand, his hand gently brushed back her hair as he leaned over her.

"How does that feel?" He asked Casey, not trying to make her any more annoyed. "Marks out of ten on my technique? Just leave your arm just there," he told her gently as he bent her arm at the crook of her elbow against her stomach as he began to attach the sling. "Stop wriggling so much," he tutted darkly as though she hadn't just put her through a harrowing experience. "Move your fingers for me," he instructed, willing to forgive her if she decided to flip him the bird. He tapped the tip of his wand against her clavicle and sent a whoosh! of icy air across her shoulders to cool it.

"You are a lovely shade of lilac," he joked about her hefty bruise as he knelt back down at her side with a cheery smile. "And I'll bill you for my burst eardrum," he added playfully, realising he was holding on to her fingers before he squeezed them affectionately. "Right, my little damsel in distress, would you like me to carry you?" Harvey offered as he moved to sit cross-legged in front of Casey, their knees almost touching as he tilted her head, watching her face.



[all of Harvey's actions previously discussed and agreed with @Michaela  <33]

Casey felt a laugh escape her lips as Harvey had the gall to jab back at her “Positive, Harvey” She shot him a look, trying to gauge her next words carefully considering that they were not alone and decided against saying something about this not being the first time she’d had to take her robes off and settled for “I know it’s probably a shock for you, Landsdowne, but I was taught to help myself.” It was probably a little meaner than she intended, but the principal of not letting Harvey Landsdowne have the last word still stood, even now.

The blonde did her best to sit still as Harvey eased her robes away from her shoulders, but she couldn’t help but wince as the fabric moved over her skin. “Really, because I think I see a little bump, just there?” Casey goaded, not sure what she was looking for, other than a distraction. Hearing Harvey’s observation Casey snorted “Is it? Thanks, I hadn’t noticed. Thought it might have kipped off for a holiday or something.” The witch tried to turn her head to look at her shoulder, but quickly abandoned the idea when it hurt. She resigned herself to frowning “Ow..” She blinked a few moments later realizing that the healer-in-training was squeezing her fingers “I can feel that, feels fuzzy though, like when you hit your funny bone.” It was no real surprise, but the sensation was one that gave her goosebumps, it just didn’t feel right.

She chose to ignore the fact that the process of evaluating her shoulder also gave Harvey a view of her chest as long as he kept any of his usual commentary to himself and actually helped her with her shoulder. Casey fixed Harvey with an unamused glare as he spoke next. Corsets and fucked shoulders were not the same, no matter how much seam ripping there might have been. “If my sleeve is a corset, shouldn’t I be swooning or more likely screaming?” She retorted and swallowed hard, the impending relocation of her shoulder making her more skittish than she would have liked to admit, but she laughed nervously as Harvey continued “I guess I should be surprised that I’m not surprised that you would have ripped enough seams to be able to say that at all…”

Her next quip was cut short as Harvey took ahold of her wrist and moved her arm. Casey fidgeted in spite of any bravado that she’d mustered earlier. Knowing what was coming didn’t make it any more appealing, and right around the time that Casey decided she was definitely not ready, Harvey had skipped three, and her shoulder was technically back in place.

Casey’s vision swam as strings of Irish, mostly curses, flew from her lips and the black dots had combined to make one big dot that threatened to take over her vision and pull her under into nothingness. But the thought of fainting in front of her team and Harvey was just enough to keep Casey conscious. “Fucking hell, Landsdowne..” She groused, too shaken to come up with something cleverer to say just then.
 
She’d never admit it, but Casey was momentarily glad that Harvey hadn’t let go right away, as she wasn’t sure she would have stayed vertical if he hadn’t been, as much as irritated her. She hadn’t realized that she’d scrunched her eyes closed, but she forced them open again as he started speaking to her. Casey used her good hand to wipe the cold sweat from her brow, glad to have the worst of it over with.

“Like hell.” She told him wryly, trying to inject some levity back into the whole thing.  She quickly added “but, better than before, I suppose. I think I’d give that like a 6.5? Element of surprise both improved and detracted from your overall score.” It was as close to a thank you as the wizard was going to get at the moment. Casey made an effort to straighten herself a little as Harvey busied himself with making her a sling. “Stop jostling my damn arm then, and I won’t wiggle” she retorted evenly, her patience wearing thin.

At his request Casey didn’t think twice before using her uninjured arm to punch the wizard in the leg. It wasn’t a terribly hard punch but, it was hard enough that he’d feel it. Casey offered him a very unapologetic smile “Oops, sorry you meant the other hand, didn’t you?” The witch dutifully wiggled the fingers on her other hand and resisted the urge to flip him off.

She chanced a peek at her shoulder now that she knew how much it would sting and couldn’t disagree with him on that fact. It was a bruise that wouldn’t go away for at least a few weeks “I have been told I have a lovely complexion...sure, you go right ahead and bill me for your loss of hearing. I’ll just have to get you the address for my trashcan.” He might not have been Harvey Landsdowne if he wasn’t making bad jokes, but she’d be damned if she wouldn’t try and manage a response for most of them.

Casey had been about to offer him an olive branch and suggest a truce when he called her a damsel in distress. And, if there was one thing that Casey was determined to not be, it was that. Her instinct was to stand on her own, grab her broom, and flip him the bird before walking off. But from what little her father had taught her about shock responses, and she could feel what he’d described, her body was running on fumes, and she was working on borrowed time.

Sighing, partly due to exhaustion now that the adrenaline in her system was starting to fade and that she was trying to muster enough energy to make it through, Casey looked up at Harvey and shook her head “It’s a nice offer, but I think I’ll manage.” She told him, as she used her legs and free hand to push herself to her feet. She wasn’t sure if she was as wobbly as she felt, but she knew she was glad that most of the team had gone back to their business. The ex-Puff made quick work of finding her broom, and was glad to see that it had survived the fall with only a few bent twigs. For a second she contemplated hopping on the broom and riding it back to the edge of the field, but decided against it as it might give her coaches a coronary.

Glancing back at Harvey, Casey silently ordered her legs to stop swaying quite so much “I’ll need help rounding up the rest of my gear if I’m supposed to go to the hospital.” She told him. Her bid was twofold beyond making him carry her training bag.

Casey was hopeful that Harvey might let her slip by with a visit to the infirmary rather than the proper hospital, though if she was honest, her expectations were low. Secondly, she was upright for now, but she didn’t entirely trust her body to keep her upright just then. And, while Casey hated even entertaining the idea, it wouldn’t hurt to have someone she knew around if she needed it, even if it was Landsdowne. She didn’t wait for him to acknowledge her statement and began making her way slowly off the pitch. Casey wasn’t sure how perceptive Harvey was, but she hoped it was perceptive enough that he didn’t heft her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes instead.

Harvey sighed gently in response. "I know you're a very strong and capable woman," he began gently, trying his best not to rise to her insult but finding it extremely difficult. "But can you just let me do my job?" He asked Casey, his dark eyes wide and imploring. "Please?" But off she went and he couldn't help but smile - the world was changing but Casey Regan remained stubbornly the same.

"Eh," Harvey replied with a shrug about the comment of his experience with seams, gently turning her arm with the utmost care. "Don't be jealous that I chose not to rip yours," he added lightly. "I do okay," he joked. "I can unhook a bra one handed now. Talk about skills," he told Casey with a wink. Girls had so many different types and he'd once encountered a front closing one and it had thrown him for a loop.

Technically, she was fixed but Harvey offered her a sympathetic smile at her response. "Sorry, babe," he added gently and he meant it. "What did you call me in Gaelic?" He asked Casey with a smile, imagining it wasn't painting him in a positive light. But a searing pain in his leg distracted him.

"Ow, Casey!" Harvey whined as he was punched, quickly rubbing the area valiantly in an effort to stop the inevitable bruising. "Why'd you do that for?" He complained with a frown, thinking it was completely uncalled for and actually a bit mean. "Is this your idea of flirting?" He asked as he shifted to follow her as she struggled to sit up properly. "Don't get me wrong, I like it," he admitted. "But you can just ask me out. You know, like normal people do?" He complained, his arms out to catch her as she threatened to fall.

He scoffed as he knelt in front of her as she got to her feet unsteadily, his hands on her hips without thought. "Get over yourself," he joked but his tone had a steelier edge. He was all for empowerment and him helping set her shoulder wasn't violating her rights. Casey needed help, proper help, she couldn't do this by herself, despite her so deeply wanting to.

But she was off and Harvey raised an eyebrow, closing his eyes and asking Merlin for strength. In Casey's absence, he stood up and watched her collect her broom, following her at her insistence that he collect her belongings. "There's no "supposed" about it, mate. You're going," Harvey corrected Casey as he put her Quidditch things into her bag and held it out for one of the team's employees that took it off the pitch for safe keeping.

"Phil," he called out to his mentor, a hand raised to grab his attention. "I'm just going to take her to triage. Can someone let her family know? Thanks," with that, he tilted his head as Casey ambled off, looking like she'd had ten pints. Harvey followed with his hands in his pockets a polite distance behind her. "You're going to keel over," he warned her as he kept his eyes on her, picking up his pace to be at her shoulder quickly. Carefully, he managed to extract the broom from her fingers and placed it gently on the pitch.

Harvey moved quickly. He stooped a little to place an arm beneath Casey's knees and he lifted her quickly, letting out a grunt as he did so. "Christ," he complained as he cradled her like an overgrown baby, walking quickly towards the tunnel that led to the changing rooms. "This is a lot less romantic if you're fighting me," he joked, pulling a face as one of her elbows collided with the centre of his chest and in response, he just gripped her thigh tighter.

Apparating to the hospital took seconds as he ferried Casey to the reception desk, finally setting her back on solid ground, an arm around her waist, just as a precaution. "Popped shoulder, potentially a broken collarbone. I don't think she had a concussion because she still seems to hate me," he told the receptionist as he side-eyed Casey, taking a form as he filled it in. The witch pointed them in the direction of a free examination room with the promise of a qualified Healer would be along shortly. "Ah, your lucky day," he told Casey with a charming smile.

He placed a hand on the small of Casey's back as he encouraged her to walk slowly. "Can I get you something to drink? Water?" Harvey offered as he held open the door for her. "Champagne? Some happy pills?" He mumbled under his breath.

There was no question that Casey Regan was a terrible patient, but this was especially true when she wasn’t feeling particularly motivated to be anything less and unfortunately for Harvey Landsdowne he fell squarely in the latter camp. If she hadn’t been so ornery just then, Casey might have been more moved by his request that she let him do his job, but instead it made her more determined. Like usual, she would keep going until she couldn’t anymore.

The blonde witch rolled her eyes, though not unkindly, as Harvey shared his latest achievements “Trust me, I am not jealous – if I was you’d know.” She told him, grateful for the distraction for the moment. Her shoulder was really starting to hurt as much as she wanted to will it not to. She didn’t want to encourage her old schoolmate too much, but the back and forth was comfortable if nothing else. She wriggled as he moved her arm again for what seemed like the umpteenth time “One handed? Congratulations. They should admit you to Merlin’s order.” She teased, her tone dry. 

At his yelp Casey let out another small laugh, as she flicked her gaze away from the ground and up to Harvey’s face “I didn’t punch you that hard,” she told him, but instinctively shrugged and winced as she offered him a sincere apology “Sorry, maybe not as funny as I thought.” She wanted to point out that if they were going to the hospital anyway, he could have it looked at, but stopped herself and conserved her energy and instead translated what she’d said earlier “it was a lot of cursing, and I didn’t actually call you anything” she admitted, a bit surprised at herself “Not at all proper, though.” She told him, gently poking at him again. She didn’t mean to do it, really, it was like an old habit and Harvey had a way of getting under her skin in the most annoying way possible.

Flirting with him? Hardly. Casey wasn’t the soppy type by any means, but she’d left that ‘punch boys if you like them’ phase long ago. She’d begun to figure out that being direct was often the best way to go and involved a lot less confusion for everyone. She arched an eyebrow at him “I’ve already got your attention” she retorted evenly, though without much malice “Plus, dislocating my shoulder isn’t exactly the meetcute I would shoot for.” Why she and Harvey were suddenly discussing her dating philosophy was beyond her, but she was also too tired to argue. The talking was keeping her grounded and focused.

Casey frowned when she realized Harvey was holding her, and that it was a fair bit of the reason she was upright currently, but her ego wouldn’t let her accept his help, at least not yet. “You sound like my dad” she told him “But there’s also no reason my taking care of myself is bad” she added stubbornly. It was true, Damon Regan was a good father, but had no qualms about putting his children in their place when they were acting the fool. The thing that chapped her the most was that Harvey was right. She probably did need his help. But the thought of letting him help her, or anyone for that matter was always a tough pill to swallow.

It was what gave her the energy to grab her broom and make her way off the pitch, and raise a hand in vague dismissal of Harvey’s assertion that she was going to the hospital. The thing of it was, Casey knew that Harvey was right again, but she was stubborn enough not to give him that satisfaction. She could hear him talking to someone behind her, and then he was at her shoulder – just when she thought she might have lost him for a moment “I am not going to keel over. I just walked off the pitch” Granted it was not the most graceful thing she’d ever done, but she’d made it. She was about to tell him that she would agree to going to the hospital with him when Harvey took her broom from her hand. But before she could give out to him for that he was scooping her up.

Casey wriggled, accidentally bumping him in the chest with her elbow. Her reaction was mostly out of surprise that he’d actually picked her up. She was too worn out to be truly mad about it, if she was being honest with herself. Still, she shot back “Now whose flirting, Landsdowne?” There was a hint of annoyance in her words, but it was otherwise an honest joke. She didn’t know if there could be winners or losers in a situation like this one, but Harvey had one this round, if there was. He’d managed to out stubborn her, and if she hadn’t been in pain, in shock, and exhausted by the first two things, she might have been impressed.

When Harvey finally put her back down Casey begrudgingly, though thankfully, leaned into him, a silent acquiescence that she maybe could use his help after all. As Harvey filled out the forms needed on his end of things Casey flashed the receptionist a smile and looked at her nametag. Trudy it said, and Casey was glad that the regular receptionist Phyllis was out for the day. Many of the staff in the emergency ward had known Casey for nearly her whole life and the last thing she needed was wagging tongues, or too many questions in general.

As he steered them towards and into the free exam room Casey heaved a heavy sigh and told him “I don’t hate you Harvey.” It was the truth He annoyed the shit out of her more often than not, but she certainly didn’t hate him “But, if I did, you resetting my shoulder would maybe be good reason” she said, keeping their conversation light. It did feel strange using his first name. She shot the wizard a look over her shoulder as she entered the hospital room “I heard that…but no, I’m actually okay. Thanks.” She finished as she sat on the edge of the bed within. Champagne sounded like a great idea, if she was being honest but she doubted that any of the healers had some stashed away in their desks. It was usually hard liquor.

Just as she was wondering if her uncle Murphy might have some in his desk, or if her father did, and whether she could convince them to give her some, Casey realized that it was a Wednesday afternoon. This in itself was not a bad thing, Wednesdays were fine enough on their own. But it did mean that her father would be the on-call Healer as he was one of the senior staff in the A&E, and she knew that he’d said something about working Wednesday’s last time they all had been home.

Sure enough, just as she thought she might get lucky and he would have the afternoon off, or maybe Murphy would be filling in for him instead, she heard her father’s muffled laugh as he rounded the corner and saw his figure through the frosted glass of the exam room just before he entered the room. Casey groaned softly and pinched her nose with her good arm as she wondered what or who she had upset to deserve this day so far.

The witch looked up and offered her father a wry smile, and shot a glance in Harvey’s direction, trying to gauge his reaction “How’re you, dad?” She offered, careful not to introduce Harvey, knowing full well that when the two healers figured out who the other was, her father and Harvey would have a field day.