"My fault," she mumbled, comfort and relief washing through her at the feeling of Neville's lips on her forehead. Having him close again felt so nice. Sleeping had been bad enough with the pain and the drugs. But being alone? That had been the worst part. "I've always had a habit of wandering off."
El tried to to pull herself up in the slightest, but winced at the pain in her... well, everything and eventually gave up. The cup he offered though was a bit of heaven, and she drank it down without complaint, even if the taste left something to be desired. It took only a few moments, but soon, the continuous aching pain that had only been dulled by the muggle drugs began to fade, and she let out an actual sigh of relief.
"Merlin... you have no idea how much better that feels. These medications are fucking hell, and make me more sick than anything," rolling her eyes she finally shot Neville a smile, reaching up with her good arm to brush some hair from his forehead. "You look tired, Nev."