'You don't need to move,' he said softly, giving Percy a worried look. He didn't like to see him this ill, even if he was getting better.
'Don't worry about it. I'm not getting sick again,' he said, though of course he couldn't know if that was true or not. He would will it to be true, however. He was not doing this twice.
'Sleep as much as you need, Percy. I'll still be here when you wake up. It's where I want to be.' Why that was so was however best not thought about. Not unless he wanted to freak out. Which he was at the risk of doing every time he realised just how worried he sometimes was.