"I'm fine." She said, waving off his concern. Of course, she didn't know how much of her illness he'd seen. Or just how bad it had been. "Besides, I'm the mum. I'm the one who's supposed to be worried about you, yeah?" she said, though there was a hint of sadness in her voice. She was the mum. She was supposed to have been looking out for her kids. She was supposed to be looking out for James. She felt the lump rise in her throat at the thought.
"Sorry for scaring you." She said softly, trying to scooch herself over to make a bit of room for him, wincing as her sore muscles protested any sort of movement.