Susan closed her eyes and let him play with her hair. Usually that could annoy her, but right now, it was an affirmation that she was still alive.
She didn't want to get sick, and nodded at Cass' words. She brushed her knuckles against his forehead (which still felt slightly feverish to her hand). "Touch wood I don't get it, either." She didn't want it, and prayed she could keep it at bay.