The quirked brow turned approving as Buffy refrained from speaking with the thermometer in her mouth. She'd gotten quite good at motherly reprimands over the years--there were several stand-by scolds in particular she had grown proud of.
"I'd tutt at you, but you're ill, so I'll spare you." Heidi said wryly, hands on her hips. "Once that goes off, try to see if you can't keep a couple of crackers down before trying the soup." It would be cool by then, as well. She gave the room a quick survey with her eyes, looking for extra blankets. It looked like the flu, and where there was flu, there would be chills. Spike would likely be along before those started, but being unsure of how much body heat vampires could provide, she made a mental note to snag a spare throw from her room when she went back for the stuffed rabbit. The one she had in mind was fuzzy, and Spike had mentioned Buffy favouring fuzzy.