She hummed sympathetically as he leaned into her touch. "But if it weren't for me..." She didn't particularly want to bring up their argument at the moment, even though she'd planned to make sure he was able to keep his job. Now didn't really seem like the time to ask, so she just kept stroking his hair and added with just a hint of teasing, "And you'd better live. I'd never forgive you if you didn't." The water would be boiling soon, so she leaned closer to press a kiss to his hair before slipping out of bed again. She returned a few minutes later with a mug of tea and honey. "Can you sit up a little for me?" she asked, sitting beside him once more and setting the mug on the nightstand so she could help him.