Nick watched over the girl sleeping in his bed, her eyes still puffy from the tears she had waited all week to let burst forth for what seemed like a trivial reason. Bertha had informed Gilderoy that Rita was telling people about his hair dye, and now the two were arguing. Silly things, he had thought in his as he consoled her, unable to wipe the tears that followed so easily from those blue eyes of hers. Finally the sobbing had tired her, and she had collapsed into a deep slumber on his bed. Poor girl, he mused as he moved to lie next to her, hoping that, when she woke, it would be in a reasonably good mood.
Maybe this was family, Nick questioned himself as his transparent eyelids closed over his transparent eyes, maybe feeling this worried about his poor Rita was what family was all about. Caring.