"Me?" Blaise, the corner of his mouth lifting in a small smile, leaned forward until his forehead rested against Theo’s. "You don’t have to worry about me, Theo. I’m alright...just worried about our friend right now." His eyes drifted closed as he inhaled deeply, the comforting scent of apples and pine calming his frazzled nerves. He was lying, of course, but Theo didn’t need to worry about him right now...there would be time for that later. First, they needed Hermione and the baby to pull through.