"I know you do," he said. "And I know you'll rest easier here, where it's secure." Alastor laughed. "And yes, we make terrible patients. In our natures, I suppose. Neither of us do well with doing nothing."
He wasn't surprised when she wanted to know what had been discussed. "Nothing he didn't discuss with you, I'm sure. Mostly what was wrong with you and how much you do not need to have half the Order marching through your room all day. What you might need when I'm here." Turning to rest his forehead so lightly against hers they only barely brushed together, he said quietly. "I'm not the one with Healers' orders this time. You can start worrying about me again when you're well."
Sighing softly when she leaned against him, Alastor squeezed her hand lightly once more. "I'm right here for when you do need something. Even if it's just a hand to squeeze the hell out of when the pain gets too much."