Emma drifted off to sleep while Seamus was gone, and she had no idea how long he was gone. It seemed, to her, like he was there when she closed her eyes and when she opened them again, he was still there...only with books.
She gave a slight shake of her head. ''v heard...of Shakespeare,' she whispered. It was the longest sentence she'd managed since she woke up, she thought. Not a large step in her recovery, but a lot of small steps could get her just as far. And she had heard of the Muggle author Shakespeare, at least. She hadn't read much of him, just quotes referenced that she'd come across while reading wizarding works.
The others were unknown to her. But Emma had been alone much of the last few months, and she discovered that she wasn't as solitary a creature as she had once thought of herself. It felt good to have someone talking to her....someone with her. She couldn't say much, but it still felt good to not be alone.
'Anything,' she added, her voice a mere whisper of breath. So long as he stayed. For a bit, at least.