Dominic was worried to say the least. While he could easily attribute Hestia’s snappishness to being ill, something still had him ill at ease. Not the best cook in the world of his own admission, Dominic had actually ventured to a Muggle grocery store to pick up a can of chicken and noodle soup, and had loaded that shopping sack full of other things to comfort Hestia such as a carefully wrapped plate full of Hannah’s homemade sweets and some treats he had impulsively picked up for Max.

Satisfied that he had everything that he needed, he used his floo to get to her flat. Max, the little devil, was taking advantage of his mistress’s poor health to shred pillows in the living room. “Bad dog.” Dominic scolded, picking the pillow up and sitting it on a table next to his sack of goodies. He tossed the puppy several treats, trusting that that would make him behave for a bit, and then proceeded down the hallway.

“Hestia?” He called, walking toward her room slowly. Hestia, it’s me, I’m here…” He paused outside of her door frame, frowning as he looked at the bundle of covers. “I know you’re under there somewhere…” He took several steps closer, sitting on the edge of the bed and pulling the covers down. “Hello gorgeous.” He said, his tone teasing. “Aren’t you glad that I came over after all?”