Scorpius had just woken up from another nape when he saw his Dad sitting next to him. "Hey yourself. I'm good... okay, I'm not in excruciating pain, which is a step forward. That flesh growing potion sucks. I told Marlene that as soon as this crisis is over, you lot need to work on potions that taste good and don't make you feel pain," he joked, knowing that they would never happen.
"Why are you here? Shouldn't you be napping? You're working too hard." He knew that his father was keeping busy, because making potions for him was better than sitting around, waiting to see if Lucius would die. "I really want to thank you for all the work you're doing. I didn't even think that I'd come out of this with no scars, but whatever you and Marlene found is more than I could have expected." He didn't even know exactly what potions or spells were involved, but only that the two were needed.