The salve had really started to do its work, and his arm didn't hurt every time he moved them, at least. The bandages itched, and having to have Snape change them was enough to make him rethink the decision he'd made not to force the man to kill Dumbledore so that he'd be found out and away from him. His arms, though, felt better, aside from the itching as they healed.
When she spoke, he looked up - narrowed eyes and annoyed expression fully ready to scare off anyone who wanted to bother him. It was Astoria, though, and that doubling sense made him blink and the expression faded to one that was only... blank. Confused for a moment, and then nothing but polite while he nodded. "I am. Aside from the itching. How are you?" He'd asked her to tell him if anyone was taking their anger at Daphne over the squid out on her. He wasn't sure what he'd do, really, if she was here to do that. But that pushing sense of duty seemed to call him to do something.