'I never thought you'd be a coward about your food!' Morag protested a little sourly. It hadn't been that bad! She knew it hadn't!
'Right! The ones I left...upstairs.' Morag brightened as she remembered where said potion was. 'But I know where it is,' she informed him.
She shook her head. 'Maybe. I have really been avoiding thinking about myself and how I feel,' she admitted. 'Anything out of the ordinary, I put down to stress and ignored because it made me think about Tiberius.' She sighed. The problem with not being intensely close to many people was that when you lost one of them, it hurt that much more.
She leaned against Antonin, taking strength from him for a moment. 'It still hurts, you know. Knowing that Lucius is also dead doesn't make it one bit less painful....'