Clarity bloomed slowly through the fog, guided by the gentle caress of her fingertips against his cheek. It was Lia. She was here. They were in the hospital wing. They were in the school. They were safe. Little thoughts and confirmations for Seamus to slowly process where he was. Being tired was almost like being drunk, having only just had something nutrient rich and liquidy to eat, Seamus was still running on fumes.
He calmed down against his pillow and reached up slowly to wrap his fingers gently around her wrist. His arm felt like lead, so heavy and possible to move, but he wanted to hold her. He wanted to make sure she was alright. She didn't look alright. She looked worse than he'd ever seen her, and a small bubble of worry swelled in his chest. "Are you ok? Are you hurt?" Seamus rasped, every inch of him exhausted. His grip slipped and his hand slumped back against the pillow, "I'm sorry." He mumbled, "I'm sorry I ran off. I love you."