Her hand felt great against his seering skin. He sighed slightly, pressing into the touch in hopes of more releif from the heat that racked his body. "Bleedy minging potions never fuckin' work," he mumbled as he started to sit up, sore and achy but able to move without too much pain.
He took the potion in hand but found himself looking at her instead. Radiant. She'd been there every day since his return from Sweden, taking care of him and dealing with him at his very worst. And yet she was still here... "I love you, Ging," he said, his eyes boring into her.