Heather turned a chair backwards and settled into it herself, leaning her arms on the backrest and shaking her head.

"Gotta take better care of yourself, old man." It wasn't particularly appropriate, but at least she wasn't offering to get him his slippers. "What're we gonna do if you wear yourself out, huh?"

Smartassed, maybe, but she meant it. Odd as it may have been given how quiet he was, how withdrawn he could be, Murphy seemed to be an emotional rock for a lot of people. And Heather, for one, certainly couldn't stand to lose anybody else.