Bill looked at his brother, searching his face for any sign that he wasn't telling the truth. Only when he was certain of that did he feel that particular weight lift from his shoulders. It wasn't much as far as the pain went, but it was slightly easier to breathe.
"Is he- Can I see him? Is he still down at the camp?" he asked, all questions he probably should have asked Moody but which he'd been unable to even think, let alone say when finding out. His mind was still in a daze, still confused, but having Charlie here helped.