"Of course." She murmured, looking at him for a moment longer then walking over to the small table on the other side of the bed, taking her time to pour him a glass of water mostly so she could give him some time too. She had the feeling he was overwhelmed too. Or maybe it was just her.
Once she couldn't linger anymore, she picked up the glass and made her way around the bed again, "I'll help," she whispered, hesitating before sliding a hand over his head and bringing the glass to his lips, "you shouldn't force your ribs for a few days."