She catches his hand between hers, responding to his concern with her own, asking for a breath of patience. She starts working on the second layer, the threadbare sweater he brought from the train, that same care in her touch.

"Ahh. Doesn't sound like it's much fun at all." She tugs gently at the offending garment until it comes off over his head. She wants him to rest comfortably here, and she knows how warm he gets in her rooms.

She's not thinking about him in her bed so loudly, it's almost impossible to hear anything else.