Melinda rolled her eyes. "You know what I'm talking about. There are things you can't cure for anyone with a bezoar." She moved so she was sitting back against the headboard with him. There were a lot of things she wanted to say and felt she shouldn't, all things he'd heard before. She fidgeting in her lap, sighing. "I just don't like it when you have accidents, okay?" she said, voice just above a whisper.