"Here." She placed two glasses of water on a small table. She was trying not to stare at Harry and Albus, but it was difficult. "Sit, won't you?" She smiled warmly, in that way only mums could. "It's been...a day, hasn't it?" She let herself hold a hand up to Albus' cheek. "Handsome, like your dad there. And your grandfather." She looked over at Harry. "He'll want to see you when..." She swallowed hard, trying not to cry again. "When you are ready."