[While she may not have been looking his way at that moment, Rogue knew where Remy was amongst the guests the moment they all appeared as ant sized dots during her approach. It's a habit that she's never tried to break, always wanting to have his back in a fight. Then there was that blemish of trust that still lingers from their pasts.]

Glad to be here Remy. You've done good gatherin' all these people together.

[She's genuinely proud of him and it showed. His relatively bold move of wrapping his arm around her may have been politely pushed away under different circumstances, but in front of a host of guests (many of which she was eyeballing as possible competition) and while she's genuinely under the weather? Well, Rogue found herself leaning into his touch with ease. He'd feel some of her tension release as she pressed against him, her body a higher overall temperature than usual, a slight fever that she's stubbornly ignoring.

Still, she smiled at his greeting, waving away his concern with her 'free' hand, the other one slipping around his waist affectionately.] Ah'm just a bit tired. Flight took more out of me than usual. [And before his inevitable protest:] Don't fuss over me. Ah'll be fine.

[Famous last words.]