Sookie shakes her head. It's the truth. Rogue hadn't meant to harm her and it would never have come to that if they hadn't been trapped beneath the robot's veil, powerless to do anything but touch in order to have it lifted.
Being told that she's still fae is a small comfort, one that doesn't do much to quell the nausea building in the pit of her stomach - but of course, Eric can help with that. He can ease how she's feeling, but he can't return her powers. Her abilities would return over time, but he could get her feeling like she wasn't about to vomit on his shoes and make the room stop spinning right here and now.
"Eric," she manages as she sits up, despite the queasiness, "you mind? Either give me your wrist or find me a bucket, 'cause I might hurl."