When he admitted to wanting to go home she dropped the fork. It clattered from her plate onto the floor. She swallowed the lump in her throat before she pushed away from the table. "I'm sorry... I'm not feeling to good. I..." She glanced behind her to the door leading out of the kitchen. "I think I had better go lay down."
With a flick of her wand she set her plate and food to be put away and washed, even in her absence. Without waiting farther she turned and left the room. Taking the stairs two at a time she made for her room in record time.