George's behaviour was sometimes baffling, not, not so often but now and again, Nina was in a small way confused by him. Right now, was easily one such time. She wasn't at all prepared to see him staring at her, wide-eyed in a way that to Nina, almost looked slightly fearful. As if he'd just seen a ghost.
Which was particularly strange for anyone living here, one because they lived with a ghost, and two it wasn't really the common greeting of a morning she was terribly used to. At least not from George as he practically whispered her name, her stomach went a little cold. Was there something wrong she didn't know about? "What? What is it?" She cast a small look about, there wasn't anything else, or anyone causing his reaction, at least no one else Nina could see.
He almost seemed in shock, before she could ask what he was staring at, For a second she thought he was going to pass out, instead he sat and Nina slowly crouched in front of him, her confusion turning to concern. "George? Are- you all right? Are you feeling all right?" She asked softly with a small frown, a brief look over him didn't tell her anything out of the ordinary at first sight and she gently put a hand to his brow, letting it rest there as she gazed at him worriedly; he wasn't feverish or clammy at all, so perhaps he wasn't sick?