"Thinking about you almost makes the moments I'm not with you bearable," she replied softly. It was true in more ways than one, for Jim inspired her and made her hope for something better, and the mere thought of him was enough to make her smile even though she missed him horribly. She was pulling the blankets up over him when he reached out for her, and though she probably ought to get the thermometer and perhaps make tea, rest was what he needed above else, and she couldn't walk away when he was so obviously miserable. She'd slipped off her boots at the door, and now she put her coat on the coffee table and climbed into bed beside him, carefully moving closer to cuddle against him.