He seemed a little reluctant to let her go, but he was clearly in need of something to relieve the scratch in his throat. The way he coughed into the pillow made her brows knit in concern, heart wrenching at seeing him so miserable. She carded a hand through his hair before sliding out of bed. "I'll be right back. Rest, Jim," she said softly as she walked into the kitchen and put on water for tea. She found honey in one of the cabinets, as well as tea, but there didn't seem to be any lemons. While she waited for the water to boil she returned to the bed to sit beside him and caress his hair. "I'm so sorry you're sick, Jim," she whispered, knowing there was a good chance he was sick because he'd been out in the cold without a coat.