"My care taker," he said, with a fondness that was strange to hear from such a pathetic tone. There was a sense of gratefulness on his expression, however, proving he wasn't taking this for granted. He knew she could have left him to fend for himself, but she didn't. She actively tried to care for him, as best she could, and that was something that he knew was of import. It was akin to how she looked after him at the hospital, but she was less involved, that way. There was less to actually do and he knew, in hindsight, that this was a taxing task to put on her when she was just as inexperienced with human ailments as he, as it had been a long while since she'd endured them herself.
"I'm not sure," he answered after a moment. "I would like to be able to breathe through my nose, however." He was having issues with that, no matter how many times he blew his nose. "My throat hurts, as well." He had no idea if all of his symptoms could be treated at once, but he wished that were so. He peered over the blankets at the items she'd brought into the bedroom, not knowing what all they were.