Fred couldn't help but give a small laugh in return. "Yeah? Mum might thank you when George and I can't trick her into thinking we're each other anymore." He made a mental note that hair color-changing gags might be another fun thing to add to their store inventory and then got to his taking her hand in his to get her to her feet. "Right this way, then, m'lady. We've got water, cider, pumpkin juice, butterbeer and, if it's your preference, firewhiskey."
He knew that her pain wasn't going to go away right now, that it wouldn't happen overnight or even by the end of the week, month, year. All he could offer was something close to normalcy--or however normal things could be with him involved--and maybe that would make handling everything else just a little bit easier. He'd try anyway.