She arched an eyebrow when he forbade her to worry about him. "I'd love to see you try and stop me," she replied lightly as she leaned closer to kiss his cheek. She was glad he was leaning on her and drinking the tea, but he still felt warm and his throat was obviously sore. When he offered her an escape she shook her head. "You're not getting rid of me that easily, and you're perfectly entitled to be an ass, just don't expect me not to worry about you." She layed a hand on his leg and nuzzled against him, speaking the next words softly as if that might make them less real. "...At some point I'll be expected home, but I really don't want to leave you alone." Every instinct compelled her to stay and make sure he was all right, but sleeping away from home two nights in one week was definitely suspicious.