Savannah took the lack of objection as assent and helped him sit up, puffing up the pillow as much as she could before letting him rest against it. She also ignored his tone. "You're sick and you don't have any family here. I thought you'd like a friendly face around, and I'm very friendly. I was voted 'nicest player' of the league three years in a row, that's besides being the best."
She took one of the potions and handed it to him. "That's for the pain. As far as the poison, not much seems to be working. No one knows these birds. We've put fillers in the international community. I've written to enough magizoologists to annoy the entire community, if magizoologists have a community. Regulus has been ... oh I'm not sure, things with base antidotes and lots of potion things that I never paid attention to."
Savannah cast a cleansing spell, because no one could feel good when laying here, sweating because they were being poisoned. "I'll bring you some lavender and jasmine oils. They smell good and they relax you." She brushed his hair and looked at the injuries. "They were everywhere. They seemed to have appeared from nowhere so we're assuming that they appeared from the past. Mr. Potter was very...enthusiastic in disposing of them, but they have some trapped in case they are needed for research."