Molly shook her head. "I don't know, darling. Your father's gone for the Healer. You've been... sleeping."
It was the farthest she'd seen from sleep, but Molly didn't know any other way to explain it. "They've been trying to figure out what's going on, what's making your magic go wild..." Molly patted her hand, then reached to brush hair off Ginny's face again.
The door opened, and she glanced up, giving Harry a smile. Arthur must have seen him. Sent him in. Molly slid off the edge of the bed into an empty chair, giving him space to come see Ginny for a moment. And giving her a moment to collect her thoughts.