"I know you will, love. I know," she said gently and for once, her voice was full of certainty as he took her hand. She lightly trailed her fingers over his skin in a comforting manner, and with her free hand gently threaded her fingers into his hair, kissing him on the forehead and closing her eyes. Lia knew he was exhausted, but she'd stay with him even as he slept. Until Pomfrey kicked her out or another visitor needed a moment with him.
"I'm fine, baby. Worry about you, okay? Because that's all I'm worried about. You're all that matters." With that, even though Lia was a terrible singer, she figured a soft hum of some song Seamus always sang would be comforting. Parting glass. Something like that. She knew the melody, that was enough.