Mary took in a deep breath before nodding. "I had a bit of toast earlier today...and some ginger ale." It'd stayed down pretty well, to be honest, but now she wasn't feeling so hot. She let her head rest on her knees, eyes closed. Mackenzie's hand didn't feel terribly cold against her forehead. It was nice, comforting even, to know that someone was looking out for her. It wasn't as if she could pop over to Mungo's on her own or anything, right? At least not according to the Ministry, she wasn't capable of taking care of herself...
Right now wasn't the time to think about this. Later. "How long will it take until I feel better?" she asked, letting her eyes crack open long enough to catch Mackenzie's eyes.
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