[Her heart hurts for him. He's been such a good friend to her and she knows how devastating it is to lose someone. Him lying here with her body...it's too much, but she also can't do anything about it. She's not about to suggest moving her away.]
Can I get you anything? [She guesses the answer before she asks. She can't imagine he'd eat even if she brought him food. At this point there are no dry blankets and even if she brought it, it wouldn't be dry long. She can't do what he needs. She can't bring Chuck back or give him time to deal.
She eyes the table instead, trying to determine for herself if she thinks he's safe on it.]