He eased into the room, only to put the folded socks on her side table. "You feeling okay?" Jude's head cocked with concern before he could stop it. The response to soothe was instinctual. Had Rae been his daughter, he would have had no problem crouching beside her bed and cupping one hand over her forehead. Sick kids sucked. Sick teenagers did too, and Rae was close enough to one in appearance that he wasn't quite sure what to do with all of the concern that being in the infirmary, looking at her alone and turning to a book for company, dragged out of him. Judging by the books on her table, she'd had a visitor. He took that as a good sign, one that if she kicked his ass out, he could look back on and not be worried about her being taken care of.