She looked away for some semblance of modesty - and also because it wasn't right to have those kinds of thoughts about someone who was sick. Especially a former angel. Though that didn't matter so much, she was starting to realize.
When he protested, she moved to him and shrugged. "You need the blankets to help break the fever. I guarantee it'll be gone by morning between the soup, medicine, and warmth. You'll be sweaty again and need to change the sheets again...but you'll be better." That being said, she placed her hands on his chest and gently nudged him into the bed. Once he was there, she pulled the covers over him before he had a chance to protest or try to get back up.