Making a wryly amused little noise, he moved closer to the hand stroking his hair, enjoying the soothing touch. "I make my own decisions, Nyota. Don't try to take on responsibilities that don't belong to you. It was my choice, not yours, and this isn't your fault." Sighing a little when she left the bed again, he hoped he'd managed to relieve her of some of the guilt she obviously felt for him getting sick. It was a little ridiculous, because it really had been more his fault than hers. She returned after not too long, and he gave her a slightly sarcastic smile and tried not to make it seem like sitting up took the effort it did. "I'm feverish, not crippled. I can sit and drink just fine, thanks."