She waited impatiently for him to open the door, and once he had all her fears were confirmed. He was clearly ill and exhausted, still wearing his outwear even though he was indoors. "Jim..." She stepped inside, looking him over with obvious concern. She'd pulled off her gloves in the hallway, and one hand moved to rest on his forehead, the other cupping his flushed cheek. "I'm here because I'm worried about you. Baba said you were sick. I'm so sorry if I woke you." She couldn't resist giving him a brief, gentle hug before she ushered him towards the bed. "Come on, you need to lie down." Seeing him ill would always have made her worry, but the guilt of knowing that he probably caught something because he was out in the cold arguing with her made things even worse. Her mind flashed back to another conversation, when she'd asked him to call her if he was sick. It didn't really surprise her that he hadn't, but there was no way she was going to leave him alone in this condition.