Astoria hadn't even thought of herself as a squib. The idea would kill her.
She was bewildered by his actions. But she couldn't blame him. Because she had been in denial too, she hadn't wanted to accept it. Still didn't want to. She didn't know if he was simply sick or if his magic was actually failing him. He seemed worried enough. Well, he had done a good job at hiding it.
"She can make that dreadful headache go away. But Julian, if your magic is waning..." It didn't have to be said. Pomfrey could only do so much for them at this point. "She will help with the flu symptoms. It will make you feel a little better, I promise." Astoria wasn't sure when their roles became reversed. It was dizzying. She was still struggling to help herself and now she had to help him as well. He had done so for her.
Reaching for his hand, she hesitated, unsure whether she should really be touching him. He seemed to be terrified of germs. Yet she didn't know how else to comfort him. So she gave his hand a slight squeeze before drawing back quickly, just in case it bothered him too much.
"Don't be sorry." He had no reason to be. It was an understandable reaction. Astoria had simply been lucky enough to have been alone when she had her meltdown. He wanted to leave. She didn't blame him. But she was selfish, she could admit. "Don't go... Please." Now that she had someone here she didn't want him to leave. It was extremely lonely in this place. It took Julian's visit to make her realize exactly how much. "What are you going to do out there?" What was he going to do out there while sick?