It had been Nebula who had initiated touch initially, a change for them of course - in the past Nebula would have never, but now it was Gamora reaching for her, with a hand against her forehead and it was good Nebula decided. A little odd perhaps, without the same kind of familiar warmth that she and Gamora had once shared, but it was new and she appreciated the gesture small though it might be.
Being sick was not something that she appreciated though, the fear she'd had over losing her memories and that she might revert back to an earlier version of herself, one that did not have the experiences she had which made her who she was now. And she disliked even more knowing that Gamora was sick too. It was the kind of thing that should never have touched them.
"I am too tired to kill them all." Nebula complained, Gamora was right of course, the Terrans had done this to them, they would never have gotten sick if they weren't around them. But it was done and they had to deal with it. She breathed out a low sigh and leaned her own head against Gamora's where she had rested against her shoulder. "Maybe we should rest more and then we will kill them." She suggested, not that she actually planned on killing anyone, but it was a comforting thought, killing those who had done this to them.