"Oh, baby," Hannah frowned, reaching out with her left hand to place it reassuringly against his cheek, "My love, it's okay, we're okay." Neville at least looked physically alright to her, though he did look like he might need a Healer. "Unless the majority of that is your blood, of course, in which case I might have to smack you for coming to me before making sure you're okay." It was so typical of the two of them, too, to be more worried about the other than themselves. Neville would always be one of her first priorities over herself.
And, honestly, she was alright with her injuries because she was confident in what the Healers had told her about their abilities to heal her. She was going to walk away from all of this just fine. Others weren't so lucky, others would never walk again. So how could she even begin to feel bad about her own injuries? She didn't, and she didn't want Neville to feel bad about it either. "The Healer said I'm going to be just fine in a few weeks and I'm sure Herb will be more than happy to take on my work at the Leaky until I'm back on my feet."
Dropping her hand from his cheek, she took his hand and gave him a small smile as she placed it over her ever growing belly. "And they said he's perfectly healthy, too. Our family's gonna be alright, love." She had to believe that, anyway. She knew they'd won the battle, but the outcome of the war was still uncertain. But right now she held onto the hope that everything that had just happened had pushed them toward a world they wished for, a world without You-Know-Who in charge, a world where their friends didn't have to hide and a world where they could raise their son with confidence.