Finally having managed into a seated position, Elphias's shoulders collapsed to the raised mattress once more. He watched Phoebe fidget as she spoke. Oh, he missed her so very much. Just having her here was a mood boost. The defensiveness in her question though made his face fall into a pained look. If he wasn't so bloody tired, he probably would have boggled over his reaction, but he didn't have the capacity for that now. Hindsight was bound to kick-in later.
"Of course I don't want you to leave," he replied quietly. "But--it's just--if you were to get sick because of me..." Elphias's voice trailed off. He was certain that he wouldn't be able to handle it if she did get sick. It was Phoebe, after all. Bad things weren't supposed to happen to her. Ever.
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