She's glad for the fact she still feels groggy with pain and sleep and the faint threat of fever that she knows she'll have to deal with later, because it means she can't think too hard about how you came home makes her feel.

"Yeah, well," She opens her eyes again and pauses to push herself up a little, just so her shoulders are against the headboard and she's not completely horizontal, "If I'm gonna get eaten by something, it'll at least have eyes."

She manages a wry little smile in his direction, despite the fact that joke isn't even remotely funny, even less so when her voice is still slightly weak. She'd cough to clear her throat, but she doesn't want to do that to her back just yet.