Severus had started to let the multitude of sensations and emotions rush through his head, at one turn worsening his headache, but in another way, making him feel more at ease. The flames licked at his consciousness, keeping him awake and perfectly aware. The Wiggenweld potion settled warmly in his stomach, getting to work quickly. When he heard Lily sit next to him, he let his uninjured hand pass over her knees until it landed in her lap, his gaze focusing on that little movement while he answered her in a somewhat raspy tone.
"Like a muggle steamroller ran over my arm... but all right overall. Thank you." Almost as an afterthought. He let himself look up at her, moving his head with the movement of his eyes and letting himself enjoy the sight of the flames dancing along her cheeks. She was stunningly pretty, but he would never admit that aloud. In what seemed like a rare gesture, he allowed himself a small smile as the hand lifted from her lap and touched one of her cheeks.
"You don't know... it's been so long, I can't begin to tell you."