Claire had certainly had a whirlwind of an introduction to their little town - sure you probably couldn't say that there was truly a good way to find yourself plucked out of your life and dropped into an alternate dimension, but something like this probably would have rated low on the scale of good ways to wind up in a new world with no explanation.
Still she was a very welcome addition to their lives, Peter wasn't entirely certain how he would have survived this without her if he was being honest.
It was too easy to push himself, to try and pretend like he was just as strong and capable as he always was - after all he'd never had to deal with something quite like this, physical injuries were one thing, he could be laid up with things like that for a while, but sickness? Something inside of him that kept him from functioning the way he was used to? That was a little harder to accept. But she was a good reminder to go a little easier, to not give her more to deal with than she already was after taking responsibility for their town of sick superheroes.
So for the moment he poured himself a glass of water and then went to join her so they could talk quietly, sitting in a chair by the couch, and he absolutely did not bump into the side table as he made his way around to sit, nodding as she said that some people were improving, that things didn't seem to be contagious. "Well that's something. What do you think about everyone getting well again?" He asked, curious what she thought about it, if it was possible? In theory of course it was, but considering the way it was effecting them he wasn't sure the normal answers applied across the board.