A lesser man might have taken advantage of the situation. Hell, Kit himself might have in a different time and place. But seeing how sick Mona was and how the fever was affecting her, he couldn't even muster up a dirty reply to her words. Instead he smiled softly, leaning in and placing a light kiss to her blistering forehead. "I got your meaning," he said, ducking down a little as one hand tilted Mona's chin up so he could look at her properly. "You're not very well but you'll get better."
Allowing her to rest up against his chest, Kit slid his hand around so that he could run his fingers through her hair; an action that he knew from past experience would calm her down a little more. "Let me know when you're ready to go," he muttered, cradling Mona close to his body carefully. Sitting here with her in his arms like this, he was struck by just how tiny she really was. But even though she was sick, he didn't think her fragile or helpless. No, that wasn't Mona at all.