Asher knew that his sisters were grown women who were more than capable of looking after themselves. That didn't mean he'd ever stop worrying about them and fussing over them when he could. And often when he couldn't do - he'd fret, stuck in a hotel room for an away game with an apparition ban so that he behaved the night before a match.
With the season over that wasn't a worry. He'd wanted to go over earlier but Ashleigh had asked him to wait; it had given him time to get into tracky bottoms and a cosy jumper, not particularly flattering but perfect for lounging around his sister's flat and giving her lots of hugs. On his way to hers, he stopped off and picked up her favourite takeaway - she wouldn't have eaten, not if she was feeling as bad as it sounded she did.
"Neither," he said, setting down his bag of food on the counter. He kissed the side of her head as he stepped past her to grab plates from the cupboard, steam rising from the bag. "Brought you proper food."