(Zoop!) The next morning, Ferris woke with a groan. It was the early morning, the sun slowly rising over the horizon. He sat up on his arms, looking around blearily.
Fleur was already up and awake, she was brushing her hair, sitting on the side of the bed and facing away from him.
He looked over at her. He had a split lip and a black eye, and he was still holding himself weakly. "Yeah," he said with a nod. I'm okay."