"How to be...what? Sick?" He pauses, "Cause you feel and sound sick. It'll pass. I mean, you just have to sit and let people take care of you. Maybe see a Doctor, which is why we are heading there. So we can't just sit okay?"

Fussing, like a mother for a moment (and that gets a snort from venom) he tightens the blanket around her shoulders, tucking her in while holding her up.

"...You'll be all right."