"I am feeling better," she said honestly. Aware that she was sitting in a bit of a fetal and curled up position, she straightened her legs out, laying them over his. "I'm not just saying it. Believe me, a few days ago, getting out of bed was out of the question completely. I think I've still a bit of a fever, but it's not nearly as bad as it was. I'm well enough for the moon, I think, which is what's important."
Dora looked at him hopefully, knowing that he generally knew when she was lying. Likely she would need another nap later on, but her strength really was coming back and she felt about ten times better than the barfing mess she had been.
She smiled. "I'm well enough to get you a chocolate cake, no worries. It's your turn now. Nice how we get sick in little cycles."