[Albus exhales unsteadily, feeling a small wash of relief as Gellert's face seems to grow less pained and tense. Still, adrenaline rushes through him regardless, and his fear shows on his face as he leans closer, taking Gellert's face in his hands.]

Perhaps. But tell me now if you still feel any pains or marks that I have not yet taken care of.

[The birds chirp in agreement, with the girl hopping onto Albus' shoulder so that she can crane in and get a better look at her other papa.]