Roxy smiled as he opened the door and walked in, holding the bag in front of her. "It's no problem," she said, turning to look at him. She made a face and moved to press her hand to the back of his neck. "Wow, you look awful." It was meant as an assessment of his well being, not overall.
"I brought a few things for you as well to try and help you get better. Are you hungry?" She looked from the items in the bag to him. "I have chicken noodle soup I can make for you."