[He hears the sniff and that's enough to make him look down at her worriedly. When she speaks a moment later, so tired, so weak - he can only shake his head. Instead of trying to keep up a conversation, he only leans down to press a kiss to the top of her head.

As much as he'd like to, he can't just stop and hold her close and wipe away her tears. He thinks it'd be better to get her back to her room first. So instead he hopes that manages to convey his feelings. Along with his surprisingly quiet response of-]

... You don't need to tell me that you're okay, Morgan. It's alright if you're not, even. Just rest now. I'll make sure nothing gets you.