The nurse–thoroughly sick of dealing with Harry–threw up her hands and left them to it.

"I've recovered the gross motor movement of my arm. And some in my leg." His hand still tended to curl and struggle with anything more than basic flex and grab and his leg couldn't take weight, couldn't lock at the knee, but he was improving.

"I don't think some proper trousers and a shirt and jacket is an unreasonable thing to aim for for the day."