"My head hurts," Oliver said clearly when she finished, "that's a hell of a lot of information to dump on a guy," He reached up to rub at his poor sore head.
He was trying to sort it all out, "Bole brought someone here. Kids kidnapped and buried alive. Fight with George. Fred ghost. Could you be busier?"
He smiled at her, "I'm kind of thinking it might be easier if I go back to the infirmary! At least there they didn't require me to think much beyond remembering healing spells and administering proper potions to proper beds."
"You seem to be doing well though, despite all that. I mean, you don't look like someone who's been up crying all night." He thought for a moment, "How is Fred?"