She gives him a warning glare, but it's half-hearted at best. Amusement is tugging the corner of her frown until the whole thing comes unknotted.

"I'll chuck you into a tub full of salts this time."

But he's already got her undone. She'll have him back in bed with chicken and dumplings before he can spit, and probably snuggle up to him just to be certain he don't catch a chill.

She nods, gesturing out the back door for him to get to it. She can pretend she won't be watching him like a hawk, at least for a minute or two. Just because she knows he's sick and pathetic clearly don't mean he does, and what with their whole relationship having been erased in just under a day, it wouldn't do to be overly friendly-like with somebody who's not much having it. Somebody spoken for. A near stranger.

It's Valentines Day. This isn't quite how she thought she'd be spending it.