Audrey's wand was out, anyway. She flicked it, casting a lumos, then set about turning on a couple of lamps. At least the lights in St. Mungo's were nice and yellow; a warm, gentle light that filled the room rather than overhead fluorescents like you'd find in a Muggle hospital.
She wandered closer to the bed and gave a tsk-tsk sound. "I thought you'd be back on your broom by now," she teased, then leaned over to kiss him hello.