George nodded stiffly, and darted out of the room to do as he was told. He was as swift as he could be, without tripping over himself. Or the stairs. Or other things that were between Mitchell and Annie's room and the kitchen. Which was a miracle in it's own right.
When he returned he returned with a few different sorts of frozen veggies and at least two wet cloths in toe. He didn't hesitate in handing them over, and getting out of the way. But he didn't go far, instead he stood just in the hall wringing his hands. Where had the fire come from? Why fire?