"A little," he said, and it wasn't a lie. Or not technically one, anyway. He supposed the dreamless blank brought on by a sleeping potion counted. Outside of those few hours, he wasn't sure how long he'd been awake since the attack. Days, at least. The weekend, with Anthony. Ioan rallied out of his head enough to squeeze Meg's hand. He'd mostly been lying there, staring at the doorway, averting his eyes when someone came in who wasn't Lucian Bole. There was always a wash of relief, followed on its heels by the reminder that he was still out there. He managed to dredge up a smile, though it was faint and unsteady. "I've missed you." After all, they'd only been back at school for a couple of weeks, and prior to that, Ioan was doing his best to emulate a hermit. Anthony's party and their trip to Diagon Alley were his only real ventures out into the public.
"How is - is everyone else okay?" He knew several of Anthony's housemates were in the next room; had seen his best friend and others sneaking in late at night.