"One glass of water, coming up." Jamie summoned a pitcher and empty glass from the table by the bed. After pouring water into the glass, he sent the pitcher back to the table and left the glass floating nearby. Then, he helped his brother sit up before handing him the glass. "Here. Slowly at first."
Sitting back, he resisted the urge to hover, or help too much. He knew it would drive him crazy to have his brother or anyone else 'helping' so much he felt helpless and smothered. But, it was hard when he just wanted to wrap Al up in cotton padding and keep him protected forever. (He wanted to do the same with Lilu, but he'd already managed to curb the response since she'd been awake and capable of expressing her displeasure while Al had been petrified and in danger of dying.) They would need to see what they could do about Al's eye, now. But, Al was alive and talking and Jamie bit back all the guilty apologies that wanted to spill forth so that he could focus on keeping Al comfortable.
"You are never allowed more than an arm's length away, you or Lilu, from now on. I hope you realize that," he teased, smiling fondly at his brother.