Wincing, Noah looked away as she heaved up her... coffee, he soon found. Apparently she hadn't eaten anything today, which was something he could have lived without knowing. Helping her as discreetly as possible she got back on to the bench where she spent most of her time curled into herself. Noah standing about a good foot away, making sure no one tried to 'help' or touch her.
There was a small release of breath when she started breathing normally. Her laborious breaths was the thing that alerted Noah to any type of danger. Heavy breathing, outside of the bedroom, wasn't a good thing. Without much else to do, Noah decided that it was probably time to leave. "Look, I have to be somewhere soon," he said relatively slowly. "So I'm going to go. Are you alright on your own?"