She couldn't help but relax when he looked like he was feeling better-- and he wasn't dead. Because for a moment there she was pretty sure she had managed to kill him. "No problem." she whispered, with a soft smile. She did notice that he still had her hand, and she couldn't help but intertwine her fingers with his own. She had been truly worried. She shivered a bit, as she held him there, she remembered that she was wet and cold, with a soggy novel. Brilliant..