Fortescue gathers Jazz up in her arms; he makes a sleepy, grumpy mewl as a result, but doesn't attempt to squirm away. He's too comfortable, and simply offers a long-suffering expression about being moved.

"Of course." She grins. "You'd all have to work very hard to be rid of me. And I hope you feel better soon. I'll be in House 15, unless I manage to make a terrible impression."