"For what?" The question is soft, and there's a little bit of puzzlement in it before she adds, "you don't need to thank me for this, Richard. Even if we weren't together I'd still make you get some sleep if you were sick." It was true, because Alex was his friend first, and Richard Strand was the sort of person who needed friends like her. Richard Strand was the sort of person who needed someone, even if he would deny it until there wasn't any breath left in his body.

"Get some rest, okay? I stay here until you're asleep and then I'll put out a call to have someone grab you some pajamas and stuff." There's a little chuckle. "Your suit is too nice to sleep in. And probably uncomfortable as hell as well." She wishes that she had some things of old boyfriends here, but that collection of band t-shirts and too big stretch pants is back home in Seattle, and it doesn't help him here. At least these would be new.