Instinctively, Barty was leaning closer to Evan because - by god - it was Evan, the best thing in his life, ever. Best thing ever. His thumb rubbed the back of his hand lovingly. He understood Evan, even if less had come out. "Someone planted an ashwinder egg," Barty replied slowly, though the urge to murder the one responsible grew stronger, "It exploded, and you were injured pretty badly. But you're back with us now. It's all going to be okay." He wanted to reassure Evan because it had to be disorienting to wake up like this.