He touches her forehead lightly, then lets his hand drop to her side. 'No fever coming. You feel ill?'

He leans in and kisses her lightly again, wondering what the real problem is. As far as he can tell, he's been the perfect gentleman so far. A finger strokes down her cheek as he pulls back. 'I love you you know.'

He feels safe saying it. She herself had told him how Jack felt about her.