[ He opens his mouth to speak once more, to gently rebuff her worries, but he finds himself interrupted by yet another shiver brought on by the chill the illness is causing. Strange that he should be cold and yet too warm at the same time, but he finds his mind too fogged to make sense of that.

A sort of haze seems to be falling over his eyes, and he blames that upon his elevated temperature. Still, he forces himself to focus upon her and to be present with her even as she moves away from him to the fireplace and then to the bathroom. As she goes about her business, he nestles further against the pillows, but he is hardly comfortable.

He cannot recall the last time he became ill like this, but it is certainly not ideal. There is no finding comfort, as he is either too hot or too cold, but he tells himself he must wait for this to pass.

While he waited for her to return, he allowed his eyes to slide closed once more, but they open when he feels the cool cloth resting on his forehead. He tilts his head slightly so that he might see her better, and he manages a small smile for her benefit. ]

Should that happen, I will spare no expense in caring for you. [ Having said that, he has to reposition his head once more as looking up at her seems to cause the beginnings of an uncomfortable ache. ]

I am certain this is not how you wished to spend your evening. [ Or is it considered morning now? It is dark outside, but he cannot quite tell what the hour is. Perhaps they do need to obtain a clock. ]