He just couldn't get warm, that's all. And he was tired. So, so tired. That was it. He just needed to get more sleep. He'd been unable to get any solid sleep the last few weeks and that was all it was. He tried to tell that to Prim as her tiny hand fluttered against his face, that he was perfectly fine. He just needed, he needed to take a nap. Or something.

He didn't get out the words before she was jumping up and he tried to push himself up as well, but it felt so good to just lay there. In a moment, he promised himself, in a moment he'd get up and everything would be just perfectly fine. In just another moment, that was all.

It wasn't Prim who was speaking next, though, and he was confused. Tremendously so. Frowning, he took a deep breath which hurt far more than he thought it should, his eyes starting to flicker open. "Gloria?" he said softly. Was Gloria asking for him? But no, no, that wasn't right. He was being asked to stand and Prim was looking at him with so much concern that he made himself get to his feet, though by the time he did, he was sweating and breathing hard. 

"I....can...walk," he managed to say, though he wasn't entirely sure about that, given that the room seemed insistent on tipping back and forth as he started to walk. Somehow, though, with the help of Pomfrey and Prim, they made it out of the room.