Rolf chuckled lightly, shaking his head. "You sound just like they do - bed rest? Really?" He asked his son? "Are you sure a bit of fresh air wouldn't be just as good?" Rolf would much prefer that to bed rest and potions.
He watched as Lori transfigured the chair beside the bed, the same one Luna had been using before he'd made room for her, so that both he and Sandy could sit together. They were lucky, lucky that the four of them were still here, still alive - he didn't know what he would have done if he'd lost either of the boys or Luna. They'd already come too close to losing Lori.
"No pain when I'm still." He told his son honestly, "Still feel a bit tight though." He was grateful of course that they'd healed him, Rolf wasn't in any hurry to die, but he disliked the way the newly healed skin felt just a bit too tight in all the wrong places. "You know your mother," He glanced at his wife where she'd been sleeping, though it seemed their quiet conversation was enough to wake her.