Daphne visibly winced at his words. "Miles, I--" She really didn't know what to say. Was she supposed to tell him that even thinking about it made her squirm? That she felt a bit responsible too? That she didn't even think to try to stop him to help save both their skins?
"It wasn't your fault," she simply repeated, although her voice was soft and a bit pained. If it wasn't his fault, then it wasn't hers either.
"It's Sunday," she said quietly as she pulled him out of bed, her arms holding his body as his joints cracked.
Daphne bit at her lip nervously. She wasn't entirely sure what he knew, and she also didn't know how much she wanted him to know, even if he'd find out eventually.
"I assume you already heard about Cho Chang and Kingsley. Kingsley's funeral was the day after you got sick. Minerva is still in a coma from what I've heard...and-" She paused, swallowing hard. "I saw Millicent and Ella at The Shack the day before you got sick. Ella was ill, and she's fine now but...Millicent isn't waking up." Daphne looked at him, her eyes big. "She's been asleep for almost two weeks."