It was a relief to hear that Liam could see blurry things - and that he seemed to be in enough spirits to want to play. When a child doesn't even want to play, you know they really are sick, and this was a very good sign.
Miles closed his eyes and felt a wave of relief wash over him. It was a cosy moment - something that was desperately needed, but he was under no illusion that everything was going to be better.
Letting his arm fall casually around her shoulder, Miles chuckled at Liam's request. "You can have all the ice cream you want later, if you're up for it, kiddo."
"How about I help you with a bath, and you won't feel so itchy?" The sores were still very red on Liam's skin, and Miles knew he'd feel better for a bath and clean pyjamas, and a feed. He flicked a look to Daphne - that would keep him busy as she made a milkshake. "And I'd love you forever if you made me a cup of coffee," he said without really thinking, trying to hold back his own yawn.