He doesn't see why that's mutually exclusive with her resting, and is about to say as much when she offers to get food for him.

"Yes, for two," he says, catching the hand in his hair and tugging it down, just enough to turn and kiss her palm. "I'm going to use the restroom, and then you can fret over me as much as you like, and I even promise to listen." He gives her a tired smile. "It's been a long time since anyone tended me."

It's not as hard to get up as he expected; she really is a gifted healer. And when he returns, something in his chest catches at seeing her sitting on his bed, like he can't quite believe that any of this is real.