"Shouldn’t you go after him?" Rose asked, her voice smaller than she intended it to be. She hated seeing Albus upset, and she hated even more that she didn’t know what was upsetting him. This was, of course, James’ moment, but Albus was sensitive, and they had to be aware and cautious of that. He was sick, too. She’d been blind to his hurting once before, and she had vowed that she would never let it get to that point again. "James Sirius – go after your brother." Rose said, more significantly this time. "Now."