Oh, right. The fighting. Voldemort had died? Blonde git had killed him. And...Harry had been dead? Right, it was coming back to her. He'd left while they'd slept. "Idiot," she said weakly, shifting her hand ever-so-slightly to take Harry's. Her best friend was alive, that was so good. And Ron. Oh, Ron. The corners of her lips twitched upward in a small, pained smile as she attempted to reach for Ron's hand, too. "Love," she winced again as she attempted to take a breath, "you," she finished. She could vaguely remember being afraid she'd never be able to say that again.
"You, too, idiot," she said, this time at Harry. She was forgetting important things and she hated forgetting anything. Her mind was so cloudy, so hazy right now, though, she couldn't make herself remember the other things.