She made a soft noise of amusement at that sentiment and stroked his hand. It was still a little difficult for her to believe that she'd gotten relatively comfortable being naked with him, though she had no doubt that she'd still blush a little the next time they did more than kiss. At the moment, however, she had more pressing concerns. His inability to sleep worried her, and the scratching in his throat was bad when he was simply breathing and worse when he spoke. Pressing another kiss to whatever skin she could reach, she murmured, "Jim, I'm going to make something for your throat. Just stay here and try to sleep, okay? I'll be back in a few minutes." She squeezed his hand and moved to gently shift out of his arms.