He fought to keep from flinching as she hugged him, and squeezed her back just as hard. She'd nearly died, even more than he had, and the fact that she was up and walking was a miracle.
"Yeah, that'd be nice," he said, because she looked sad and he wanted it to stop. She always looked sad and he hated it. Hated that he couldn't fix it, couldn't help. So he smiled and nudged her towards the potatoes. "You can peel those for me. You know I hate it, and magic never works as well as peeling by hand."