_mess with her she'll *mess* you up!

[Ginny Weasly]

Ginny was a mother and a wife, and although she would have loved nothing more than to lie down again, she couldn't help but worry. She bit her lip, "Are you sure?"

"I don't want you getting any sicker...if you are sick."
She wasn't sure. He did feel warm to her. But, she wasn't an expert on the Fallen and their health.

"Do you hurt anywhere?"

Though she didn't lie down, she didn't attempt to sit up either. She simply stayed in place, his arms still around her. Still trying to pull her closer.

[Xaver]

She didn't ease up and Xaver made a low murmur, but didn't fight it, releasing his hold around her and bringing his arms behind his head, folding his hands behind his neck, muscles bunching and pulling as he shifted in the length of his arms, and the expanse of his firm abdomen.

"Just a little, everywhere.."

He shrugged it all off, though touched by her concern.

"I'll be alright. I'll get over it, anyway.. Don't I always?"

[Ginny Weasly]

"You never get sick."

She pointed out the fact with blatant honesty. Xaver had been wounded before, and sometimes had an allergic reaction to gold. But she couldn't recall him being sick, ever.
She, on the other hand, often got sick.

Ginny noticed the way he ignored what could be a potential problem, and that worried her even more.
"What would I do if something bad happened to you?"

She frowned, "I'd be alone again."

[Xaver]

Ginny wasn't wrong.
He wasn't affected by flues, or viruses, or such like she was apt to be. True, he could get very sick if he was around pure gold for too long, or struck by it through some traumatic event - but Xaver was not susceptible to a common cold, or even human diseases..
Which is why he knew Ginny's concern was spot on, and he was trying almost to desperation not to jump to conclusions.

Like it or not, the only times he ever got sick - it meant something. Something was going on, or something was very wrong...


"I'm not going anywhere, dearest."
He brought one hand down, and gently encased hers, squeezing.
"It'll take more than a slight chill to take me away from you.."

[Ginny Weasly]

"But..."

Ginny wasn't like most women. She didn't simper, she didn't whine, and she certainly wasn't especially sentimental. She had been known to worry, known to cry, even known to show her feelings as true now and again.
And there were times she was irrational.

She decided this must be one of those times, though she was wrong. She pushed the worry and the upset aside, settling down next to her husband and sighing.

"Alright." She said, her voice a mere whisper.

But she couldn't fully believe him.
She just felt like something was wrong.