[ There's a small smile that formed, despite himself. Again, she was thinking of him when she really didn't have to. He would get through this, even if his method of coping was... poorly chosen.
He leaned his head against hers, so he could talk just as quietly. ] You just worry about getting better. Leave the rest to us. [ And he punctuated it with a kiss to whatever top part of her head that he could still reach. ]