Her laboured breaths worried him enough that he wanted to call for Pomfrey, but his trapped arm kept him at her side. Not that he wanted to move. 

"Not a chance," he promised, leaning in to press a kiss to her forehead. Shifting to better sit on the bed, he smoothed his hand over her cheek, his words just above a whisper. "When the snow melts, we'll go down to the edges of the forest and see the rabbits emerging from their dens. And the squirrels from the trees. And isn't their a little family of foxes I've heard you mention before? We'll see if they have their little ones ready to romp about. 

"What do you say, love? We'll take food with us on a Saturday morning and we'll take a whole day and explore all the newness and feel the sun and you can show me where the fairies might be. Do they have baby fairies in spring?" he asked, curious all the sudden. He knew little about the creatures, especially in comparison to Gloria.