Daphne was taking a quiet cat nap in the chair beside the bed in the master bedroom. She would have just crawled into bed with the boys, but they seemed to want to sprawl out in their illness, and there simply wasn't room for her. At the same time, she wanted to be nearby in case one of them woke up so that they didn't disturb one another too much.
If only Liam wasn't so insistent on being near his father at all times, but she sort of understood.
She was awakened by the sound of Miles grunting and groaning in pain, and she yawned briefly, stretching her arms above her head. At the sound of her voice, she heard Miles respond, and began to ask her for water. Getting out of the chair, Daphne filled the glass she'd left at the bedside with a jet of cool water from the tip of her wand, and she moved to sit on the edge of the bed beside him.
"Can you sit up?" she asked. "Or do you need help?" Daphne knew that he wasn't nearly as sick as he was acting, but for now, she would indulge him.