Immediately, Beau gaze shifted from happy to see her to concerned. Having lost more siblings than he could count to illness (the grand majority having passed before he was even born), being sick wasn't something he messed with. "Are you alright?" He pressed, nearly ready to bombard her with a whole list of questions. The foremost of them being, why was she out of bed?

Paying no mind to her teasing, Beau moved his hand from her thigh to hold hers lightly. The others would tease me mercilessly tomorrow if they found her here, but perhaps she would be better off getting rest sooner than later. "I would have brought you dinner if I knew you were sick."