She contemplated stopping him from getting at those pills for about half a second. But he needed them. She knew he did. He looked like hell, pain visible on his face. So she said nothing about it, occupying herself with making tea, finding some bread to make sandwhiches. So domestic of her; it made her skin itch.
"Do not worry about it. Let us say you owe me yet another favor, and leave it at that. I will come collect on it when I need it."