"It... did not taste like cherry, Meg. It was not like anything I've ever tasted before nor have knowledge of." He paused a moment, looking as if he were trying to rid the taste of the medicine from his tongue, to cleanse his palate as best he could. He was not fond of that taste and the quicker it was off his tongue, the better. If this was what being sick was like, he did not want to find himself sick again. It would be something he would prefer to avoid for the remainder of the time he was human. Logically, he knew that wasn't possible, but if he could make it so, he would. "Be glad that you did not drink from that cup." It was his warning against it, not that she had any reason to drink from it as well, but all the same. She got to avoid that horrible taste and for that, she was lucky.
Whenever she moved to sit beside him, he was actually surprised. It wasn't something that played on his features, of course, aside from just the slightest flicker of emotion, but he was still glad all the same. It meant that what he told her, it didn't send her running. And whether it was the medicine beginning to settle in his chest or if it was the fact she was currently allowing herself to stay with him. He was more than happy to rest his head on her lap and allow the medicine to begin to make him feel like he might be prone to resting soon.
"Thank you, Meg." He said after a moment, his words quiet, bringing himself to look at her from the corner of his eye. "For everything." He meant more than just taking care of him, but for not running away when he told her how he felt about her.