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[Frowns as well, concerned]

What's the matter?

My head hurts and I can't stop shivering *never mind the fact her skin is hot to the touch -- maybe this is why teenagers are not supposed to run about until all hours of the night*

[Places a hand on her forehead, immediately taking it away, his frown deepening.] Morgan, you're burning up. Come on, let's get you to bed.

[He scoops her up and heads for the stairs. He knows how to take care of people.]

*Is a bit surprised at being swept off her feet -- after having lived with only her mom, but she's feeling too icky to protest and bed does sound kind of nice. No. No. She's just being silly. She's fine. And she doesn't want to bother him.*

I'm sure it's nothing.

[He'd just wave off her protests anyway.]

Don't be ridiculous, you're practically on fire.

[He toes the door to her room open when he reaches it, walking in and over to the bed. He gently lays her down on it before looking over his shoulder at the door.]

Kreacher! Bring me ice and a washcloth!

[Immediately after the orders were barked, Kreacher appeared with the items asked for, grumbling and mumbling some such thing about blood traitors desecrating the home of his Mistress. Sirius quickly dismissed him and filled the washcloth with ice, holding it to Morgan's forehead.]

Can I get you anything else?

*She shakes her head, not able to think of anything else she'd want -- though liquids would probably be good. Also she was a bit distracted by the shivering.*

I'm cold...

[He rests the washcloth filled with ice on her forehead for a moment, reaching for the blanket at the foot of the bed, picking it up and placing it over Morgan, tucking it around her. Then, he places the basin of ice right next to her bed.

He stands then, brushing off his knees.]

Alright, I'm going to go downstairs and make some soup, alright? I'd make Kreacher do it, but knowing him, he'd probably poison it. [He gave her a small smile.] If you need anything, just ring the bell by your bed and I'll be up as fast as I can, ok?

*nods, offering a small smile back -- she feels so weird all of a sudden, like she's been knocked on her ass by something*

[Frowns as well, concerned]

What's the matter?

My head hurts and I can't stop shivering *never mind the fact her skin is hot to the touch -- maybe this is why teenagers are not supposed to run about until all hours of the night*

[Places a hand on her forehead, immediately taking it away, his frown deepening.] Morgan, you're burning up. Come on, let's get you to bed.

[He scoops her up and heads for the stairs. He knows how to take care of people.]

*Is a bit surprised at being swept off her feet -- after having lived with only her mom, but she's feeling too icky to protest and bed does sound kind of nice. No. No. She's just being silly. She's fine. And she doesn't want to bother him.*

I'm sure it's nothing.

[He'd just wave off her protests anyway.]

Don't be ridiculous, you're practically on fire.

[He toes the door to her room open when he reaches it, walking in and over to the bed. He gently lays her down on it before looking over his shoulder at the door.]

Kreacher! Bring me ice and a washcloth!

[Immediately after the orders were barked, Kreacher appeared with the items asked for, grumbling and mumbling some such thing about blood traitors desecrating the home of his Mistress. Sirius quickly dismissed him and filled the washcloth with ice, holding it to Morgan's forehead.]

Can I get you anything else?

*She shakes her head, not able to think of anything else she'd want -- though liquids would probably be good. Also she was a bit distracted by the shivering.*

I'm cold...

[He rests the washcloth filled with ice on her forehead for a moment, reaching for the blanket at the foot of the bed, picking it up and placing it over Morgan, tucking it around her. Then, he places the basin of ice right next to her bed.

He stands then, brushing off his knees.]

Alright, I'm going to go downstairs and make some soup, alright? I'd make Kreacher do it, but knowing him, he'd probably poison it. [He gave her a small smile.] If you need anything, just ring the bell by your bed and I'll be up as fast as I can, ok?

*nods, offering a small smile back -- she feels so weird all of a sudden, like she's been knocked on her ass by something*