Harry nodded at her to indicate that he'd heard. Gently, he lifted the head of the boy who lay with it in his lap. "Teddy, it's our turn." Getting up carefully, he turned and bent down, gathering Teddy in his arms. The child was hot to the touch, his hair damp with sweat. As he hoisted him up with Teddy's head resting on his shoulder, Harry felt one of Teddy's hands at the back of his neck, playing with his hair. Something in his chest loosened a bit — it was a familiar gesture, something Teddy did when he was tired and ready for a nap. He patted the boy's back. "The Healer will have you feeling better soon.