Lightly, he squeezed her arm. "Of course, Bnti. Now rest if you can. I will be here until you are well asleep." And he would draw a light sheet over her when he left, something that would let her skin breathe and yet would... hide things if and when she sat up.

Ah, and he would wash her shirt, he decided, and have it dry. Then she would have something clean to wear when she awakened.