"Don't be an idiot, Richard." Her response is instant, and she bolts upwards at his proclamation, scooting closer to him and not letting go of his hand. "Listen. I know you're worried about me. I get it, I really do. But you're the one who's sick, and you're the one who needs the sleep more than me. Look, if I'm going to get infected, I probably already am. You're going to be doing this for no reason."

And then she dropped her voice a bit, letting the concern come through. "You're not going to get any rest trying to sleep in a chair any time, never mind when you're six feet tall. Come on, if you want, I can go back down to my old room, but I'm not going to let you sleep try and rest in a chair." There may be a little more than a little bit of an unspoken 'you idiot' there, because well, he was being stupid and noble and he was doing it for no reason.