Magically weakened and bedridden or not, her glare at him was full-force. "I do not require beauty potions, MacDougal," she said loftily.
Sighing, she wiggled slightly closer to his side of the bed and sighed. "Let's just call it a hazard of my part time job," she said. There were very few people that she could talk to about this and Callen was on that exclusive list even she couldn't actually tell him any specifics of the whys or wherefores. Why she thought he deserved to know the truth, she could not fathom.