"Woah, easy there." He was quick to his feet as she tried to get to hers, sliding his arm around her to keep her steady. "If you take a spill, who will eat the letter-soup? Me, on my own, that's who. And what a sad sight that would be, wouldn't it? Eating soup alone in an apartment that isn't mine with a flu-struck doctor passed out on her sofa." With a grin he eased her back down onto the couch, tugging down a soft throw blanket from the back of the couch to spread out over her.