Too weak and tired to care how it looked, Seamus leaned into Susan's touch. It was comforting and safe and all the things he'd missed. But he shook his head, worried blue eyes finding Susan's face.
"You don't...it was a banshee. There was a...a comb, in the road, and she...oh, sweet Jesus, the screaming." He swallowed thickly and shivered so much that his teeth clacked together. "It was awful. If the Carrows'd wanted to break me, that woulda been the way." Seamus grabbed Susan's hand and gripped it tightly. His words were coming easier now and he felt less like he was going to shake apart like a poorly assembled car. He still couldn't get warm, though. "She came out of nowhere. Just right in my face, like she was trying to...to kill me. But they can't. I mean, I didn't think they could. But she gave it a go."