Over dinner, he told her that the Healers were satisfied with how he was healing. Some of the potions he was ordered to take were no longer necessary. It was clear to tell that he had been given welcome news at St. Mungo's. She knew that he had been dreading the moment he was examined. Perhaps something more would be found. Most of his injuries had been internal. The black cloud hanging over his head began to dissipate. With each word that came out of his mouth, he became more and more like her Augustus of old. His joy was infectious. She was glad. Much of her day had also been spent in dread that he would get bad news.