He's afraid. It radiates off of him and sinks into her, cold wet pellets like the rain falling outside. It's cold, but not cold enough to be a comfort, and she can barely lift her head she's so exhausted from the illness.

But she can hunch down into that corner, her eyes resting fearfully on a spot just beyond his shoulder. "...don't let it touch you..." she whispers, eyes round and too-large with alarm.