She hummed in agreement when he said he would just get cold. "There will be plenty of time for nudity once you're healed," she said softly. When he joked about being hit in the head her lips turned downwards in frown. "You can't sleep?" she asked, voice full of concern. Shifting a little in his arms to get a better look at him and touch a hand to his forehead did nothing to alleviate her concern. "Jim, maybe I should take your temperature after all. Or some tea might make you throat feel better. I brought soup, too..." There was a good possibility he wouldn't be able to eat anything, but she could at least make a drink to soothe his throat. Her mind flashed through a number of other remedies, and though she didn't want to be away from him for even a moment she might be able to do more good out of bed than in.