Cedric rolled his eyes, though there was just a hint of fondness mixing with the exasperation.

"It's hardly the worst injury I've hit. Don't worry, I know."

He stripped off the offending shirt and dried it with a spell, snagged a dressing gown and a cloth from his room, and sprawled on a chair with the open dressing gown hanging from his shoulders. He used magic to keep the cloth replenished with cool water as he held it to his chest, and when the steady routine was established he spoke again.

"What brings you here today?"