He had been writing most of the morning, having been able to persuade the young medi-witch to smuggle in ink and parchment into his room and arrange it so that he could scribble something almost readable onto the pages.
Letters, a list for Percy...his resignation.
He couldn't pretend that had been easy to write, every word paining him, but it was worth it, in the end, if he could just go home. Home. It was a nice word for once. He'd been naïve to think he wouldn't really have to give something up to have it. Since when did love happen perfectly?
However, even such a simple task as writing had made him tired, and after he was done he'd fallen asleep. In fact, he was still half asleep when Morag arrived. Not so much that he didn't notice her presence, but enough for it to take a moment before he acknowledged it.
When he did, he smiled slightly at her, adjusting himself higher on the pillows. Or trying to. He only half succeeded, but settled for that, knowing that more would bring him pain that he wasn't prepared to have right now.
'Hey,' he said instead. 'So have you come to offer me a job or to add to my injuries for hurting Percy,' he only half joked. After how Percy had reacted when he mentioned that she'd offered him a job, he had a feeling she might not have been exaggerating when she'd warned him.