The way he called her name made her feel a little desperate; she was used to things being the other way around, him taking care of her, her being the damaged mess. But right now he was the one in bed, bandaged, bruised, and surely he wasn't taking it lightly - no one could. All Lux wanted was to be there for him as he'd been for her and then more because he deserved everything she could give.
When Troy patted the bed Lux nodded in earnest, kicking off her shoes and laying on the bed. She was careful not to hurt him but curled up next to him all the same, stroking his cheek lightly with her thumb. "I don't know what to do..." She murmured. "Tell me what to do, Troy, I'm useless." As a tear streamed down her cheek Lux curled up more, leaning her forehead against his shoulder. The hand with which she was stroking his cheek went to lie across his stomach and she didn't tighten it around him only because she was afraid to hurt him.