"Y-You didn't… you didn't… have to do that…" He slurred at me, blinking seemingly for the first time in hours. "I… was going to stop… anyway."
I ignored him. Sammy not so much though.
"Stop what?" She asked, staring across my shoulder, narrowing her eyes at him suspiciously. "What did you do?"
Her, unfortunately, I couldn't ignore, and answered as fast as I could, before he could, "Nothing," then subtly began to push Harry faster forward. "Just keep walking."
Disembarking after hours of sitting was a rude tingly awakening for the legs. Shuffling one foot at a time, in a cramped congested line was only just exacerbating matters. I was hungry, exhausted, and now with Harry's first words announcing his return to lucidity, very, very cranky.