Harry started at the voice, and lowered the cloth from his head, offering Ron a faint smile. Really, he shouldn't have been complaining about a headache, compared to the state Ron was still in. It wasn't really the pain that bothered him, though, it was what it meant.
"Yeah," he said. "I'm fine. V- You-Know-Who isn't, though, I suppose that's not necessarily a bad thing?" He raised a hand to wipe his forehead, damp from the cloth. "You?"