He counted to ten in his head before following her, wanting to give her a little space and breathing room before suddenly appearing in the doorway. He watched her, waiting until it seemed like she was done being sick, waited until she'd brushed her teeth, and then bathed her face gently with a warm washcloth.

He held her loosely, brushing a few strands of hair back from her forehead. "You wanna go lay down? Does your stomach feel a little better?"