Bill's eyes moved to look at the flowers for a moment, considering them with a distant look in his eyes before looking back at Harry. They had him doing exercises to help him write. Well, they had today. It had just started. Maybe he should talk about that. He opened his mouth to speak before letting it drop. It wasn't that interesting to talk about, really.
"Oh." That wasn't much of a response. He was trying, but it was hard. "Sounds...good." That wasn't much better. He looked down at his lap for a moment before vaguely gesturing to the chair next to his bed. He really should try words. He still couldn't write much, and even if he could, he couldn't ward anything, so there wasn't a lot of point.
"Ginny," he said quietly. "How..." A frown captured his lips. "How..." Damn it. "Is she okay?"