Her heart melted a little as he leaned into her touch, and she tried to keep from frowning when he told her it wasn't her fault. It was true that she wasn't responsible for his decisions, but he'd still spent a lot of time outside because he was with her. "I'm just sorry you're sick," she said gently, not wanting to argue. When she returned with the tea and asked him to sit up, it was obvious that it took more effort than he was letting on. She huffed a breath and replied, "Good. Then you can stop griping and let me worry about you." Shifting a little closer and handing him the tea, she tried to snuggle and support in equal measure, and though she wanted to be there for him to lean on it comforted her simply to be close to him.