Frederic's gaze softened as he saw she was sick and gladly wrapped her in a warm hug. He hadn't really had a plan for what he was going to say or do once he arrived here, but now his instincts to take care of her went into motion and as he held her, he murmured into her hair, "Alright, you need rest. How are Niamh and Harold Jr? Have you eaten today? Do you have a headache?" In case she answered yes to the latter, the volume of his voice dropped as he asked that and he still kept her close as he waited for a reply.