"I am." Dominic laughed, kicking off his shoes to the side of the bed and looked down at her. She looked fine, other than being clearly irritated at him, but perhaps the illness had not taken hold yet. He leaned in, pressing his lips first to her forehead, and, finding it cool, then to her lips. She was flushed, but that was likely in anger at him...not the most promising sign but better than illness.