"There are some things you just can't help with," she reminded him with a tired smile, "Things that involve a woman's unmentionable areas. I do not plan on getting a wet-nurse after all, I seem to have plenty of my own milk. I promise I am not trying to be a pain about it, I am just pointing out that having help is necessary this once." The last thing she wanted was for her brother to see her breasts out or help her with the chamber pot, her pale cheeks went pink a little at the thought. Then she offered Harry to him, who was squinting up at his uncle, looking through blur and doing what newborn babies did... making cute faces and wriggling a little.