"Ah, yes," says Flora. "I have never been sick a day in my life. Though that is sheer obstinacy on my part, and well-preparedness. There." She relinquishes him. "I must call you 'Longclaw' I suppose. The codename could be worse. You must be very tired and thirsty. And hot, in that jacket. I've asked the barista to bring you out some water--there she is, thank you," she adds crisply, as the terrified teenager rolls out a couple of water bottles and dashes back for shelter.