Aj didn't care. Heck she wouldn't care if her shirt got all wet and snotty. If it was helping him. Then she'd gladly go through a hundred shirts and deliver them to the same fate. She simply stood there. Stroking fingers through his hair.
"I love you so much." Cooed from her lips, with a few other things she hoped were reassuring. Knowing that she'd fight for him, should anything ever show up like that, here.