"Ah, don't worry about me," he shrugged, brushing her hair from her overheated forehead, feeling the sticky fever of her. "And you've nothing to make up to me- not that I'd stop you trying anyway," he smirked.
"Right, properly into bed, you," he told her, quite literally moving to tuck her in. "Do you want more tea, or just some water?" he asked of her.