"Given what she tried to do to me and what they told me later, she was the one that killed him," he said, frowning at the look on Harry's face.

Rising and moving to come and stand beside Harry's bed, leaning over him. "Let's talk about something else. Okay? We can talk about anything, but let's not worry about this."

More formal then, feeling something had changed from how good everything felt earlier. In his mind, his thought was that he was going to come to realize just what he had felt before, and how different it was.