Terence groaned when she entered and turned the lights on, his head hurting. However, the pain reminded him he was alive. He couldn't remember the last time he'd spent this much time in bed. It seemed like he was living in a constant state of delusions, sweating, aching. Life was not going well for him. Starting with the muggles and then the plague...
He was still drowsy, out of it, but he was feeling much better. When he felt Ginger sit down on the bed he smiled, his eyes open. Almost childishly, he turned to curl around her. "You're an angel," he told her.