"Of course he is, that doesn't mean I want to give him more reason for it," she retorted, waiting patiently while he eyed her with suspicion before finally laying his head down on her lap. She retrieved the compress, folding it until she could rest it over his brow, noting that his eyes were closed. he looked... different like this. Unguarded. It was strange to see him such and her eyes searched his face for a moment before her fingers drifted to brush through his dark hair, the touch soothing, knowing his head pained him.

"I should be furious with you, you know," she stated calmly, still combing fingers through his hair, ignoring his ridiculous statement. Well. Mostly ridiculous. She hadn't decided yet if she was actually furious at him or not.