"Some pain potions," Charlie replied, obliging her request for him to stay where he was by slumping back down on the old second-hand sofa. "I don't really fancy taking them. They make me dopey and I think I'm dopey enough as it is." He offered her a smile and moved his hand slightly so it was obscured. He didn't like her worrying, and out of sight is out of mind.
"If you want anything to eat.. there's a little bit of food on the side," He said, glancing at the pile of lovingly wrapped home-made meals, "Actually there's some of mum's clotted cream biscuits in there that would go nicely with some tea."