"I don't. Some days are worse than others, that's all, but by in large, I don't pay attention to the Prophet or the Quibbler." Though, he read them since they were the most reliable papers. He didn't even bother with the witches magazines.
"You'll be fine. I promise you; you're going home to Toby." He'd get that cure from Voldemort for all of them. They would all live, because he wouldn't let it end any differently.
"You're tired. I'd better go." He stood up and kissed her forehead. "I'll see you tomorrow. Don't have too much fun without me." He squeezed her hand one last time, before leaving for the Ministry.