There was a light hint of a smirk from Albus when she gave that comment. However, Helena's gaze shot up from where she had her head pressed into Clara's form. Immediately, she was making a face. "No, don't do that!" She said, her arms unraveling from Clara and coming up to cover her head, as if to shield her from the impending likelihood of Clara being sick on her. She had taken a step back and bolted off, in the direction of her room, with her arms still above her head. There was a trail of giggles that followed her departure.
Albus had watched as she ran off before turning his gaze back to Clara. He pulled his hand back, slowly, from her and gave her the same apologetic look. "I'd not have thought she'd call you," he told her now that it was just the two of them, as he moved to scoop up his wand from the counter.