"Are you sure?" he asked, concern lacing his tone. He surveyed her body as best he could from their current position and frowned. She looked tired, circles under her eyes, and thin, she was thinner from when he last remembered. His Lisa had changed dramatically, wait, had he just referred to her as his Lisa?
Yes, yes, he had and that confused him. He'd never referred to her as that before, yes she was his friend, but nothing more than that. He didn't have any right to claim her as his, hell, for all he knew she was involved with someone else.
"So, sit down, I'll go put some decent clothes on and send an owl to Professor McGonagall. She'll need to know why I'm not at the castle today. Unless, do you want to pay her a visit? I'm sure she'd love to see someone else that's survived."