"If I get sick, you can bring me soup and fluff my pillows," she told him, and she closed her eyes and settled back, regardless of the heavy cough. He wouldn't get her sick. And if he did? Well, he'd just have to take care of her, wouldn't he? "Sleep. It'll help," she said from under the blankets, every indication that of staying right there as well for a nap. "We can plan the destruction of our birth parents when we wake up."