For the most part, you couldn't tell that anything had been wrong with Carlos. He looked fit, well, and basically healthy. In fact, you might say glowing with health.

Shame he didn't feel it all the time. The injuries he received over two years ago now still managed to catch him everyone now and then, and he felt every single one of his battles, and the varying injuries he'd received over the years. He wasn't one for making a big fuss about it, because he'd recovered. Life moved on. Just now and then, his back damn well hurt.

In the absence of asking Harry questions about the various injuries and his recovery over the years, he had done the next best thing and reached out to Butters. After the little adventure with ghostly visage a few months ago, he'd kept in contact with Butters. He liked the little man, and he was useful to know, as he seemed to know a fair amount about wizard physiology. So here he was, snacks in hand for an evening to catch up with Butters.