She drags the blanket with her when he picks her up, gingerly situating herself on his chest and abdomen, wincing at the pain of even moving. But he's far more comfortable than the bed to her. Wrapping the blanket around her (mostly) bare body (save for the extensive bandages), she settles to listen to the hum of his systems.

"Yes. Thank you."

More alright than it ought to be.