[She's going to have to get that fever down, he won't be the only one fighting it. She's here with him, and being lucid, it means she can succeed. He's doing his best, and she's sure of it. At least his questions were beginning to sound a little more like he's aware.

When he speaks, she stops what she's doing for a moment (checking his temperature to see if she needs to give him another wet towel), and takes his hand into hers. With her other hand, she feels over his cheek, partly to check his temperature again, but mostly to give him comfort.]

Of course. They've been trying so hard to fix you, no? You just need to rest and heal, and you'll be healthy in no time.

[And since no one is around to see it...she presses her lips to his forehead, before continuing to fan him a little more, and then dabbing the wet towel at his neck.]

I'll make sure of it, as I won't leave your side. You still have a lot of nice things to show me as well, and I can't do it without you.