"Okay, okay..." Lyra nodded against the pillow, far too exhausted to point out that yeah, actually, it was her fault, and too sick, and too grateful. That he and Patrick were both here, just... God she was so painfully grateful for both of them. Patrick making good on his promise not to leave, Avery making good on the whole for better or worse deal. She took another deep breath and tried to relax, keeping that thought in her mind, focusing on the feeling of his closeness and his hand stoking her shoulder. "I'm so glad you're here," she whispered, letting her eyes stay closed, breathing in the smell of him, comfortingly familiar. "Can you stay with, till they let me go? Please?"