“No need. I can just use my fingers.” George stuck his tongue out, right back at her. He wouldn’t actually use his fingers, not when she was ill. “Sleeps good. Continue sleeping loads and you’ll be better in no time at all. Need any extra blankets?” Normally, even a joke about him being like his mum would send him running, but right now it was all flying over his head. He’d have a laugh about it later, how much he was trying to look after her, but right now all he wanted was for her to get better. Being ill sucked, especially with Christmas coming up soon and there being snow around. “Let me know if you start to feel sick and I’ll summon a bucket so it doesn’t go everywhere.”