Miles was grinning as little Nigel took some steps across the room to his mother, seeing the pride on the boy's face at such an achievement. Miles really would not have known what to do if Daphne hadn't survived, and he would have been responsible for the boy.
But it had been worth the Crucio to get the potion - seeing Daphne here now like this. "Yes, he was like a different boy when he clapped eyes on Verity, and Marlowe. I don't think they'll be doing much sleeping tonight - lots of talking and scheming and planning, I think."
"I had an idea," he said quietly. "Since the weather is so good, why don't I fly you down to our little beach. It's fairly sheltered from the wind, and you can get some sun, and just get outside for a while?"