Neville looked up when he heard his name being called, and saw Anthony walking up the steps to greet him. "Hey Anthony." Neville stood up and greeted the Healer with a handshake and it was good to see someone out and about, especially when his own head was still riddled with lists of what to do, what he hoped he didn't forget in his damn will... and whether Katie AND Fred would be okay after all of this.
"I'm feeling alright... just a little off. It's slightly better - " Neville motioned to the door of his home quickly before continuing " - since George woke up but, Fred's a little, well, he's not good and we're all just trying to get through this alive and with as few casualties as possible." Neville really couldn't imagine how Fred would feel if Katie succumbed to the pox... he wouldn't be the same, no matter what.
"How're things going at the clinic? Is there any word on how to treat this?" He was breathing in the fresher air that swept by in huge lungfulls when he could, savouring each breeze, but he still wanted to know what he could do to help.