"What a tragedy that won't be." She observes his watching her, and tries to feel a little more comfortable with the whole thing--it's not terrible, she tells herself, to be looked after. This is a vulnerability she has to trust someone with, the knowledge that she is mortal and fallible. (It's not the best kept secret in the first place, probably.)

Right now, she's too tired, too weak, to really take this to the physical place she'd like to go, but there's time for that. Crashing here will be an interesting experience, with the two of them in such close proximity.

"You'll end up getting sick of me," she teases, but she does wonder how it will go. Even if it's only for a short time, domesticity, however temporary, has a way of speeding things along between two people.