"Good."

Thank Merlin healers were still willing to see her. That meant there was hope that Jo could possibly still gain some semblance of a normal life. He just wished it would be a life she wanted. There must be some way for her to keep her spark of adventure.

The letter. He’d nearly forgotten about it. Of course, he knew she must have received it if she had managed to floo into his home, but it was a thought he hadn’t thought to concentrate on.

"I’m glad you came," he admitted, even though part of him also wished she’d remained in bed. The former outweighed the latter, and he found himself unconsciously reaching out for her hand, her maimed hand. If she even allowed him to hold it. "I’ve missed you."

And he was glad she was alive.