The honesty went a long way for her. Those were thoughts that she would have guessed that Moira was struggling with, but it would have been exhausting to play a guessing game at the moment. Hearing it straight made everything easier. She leaned in to place a kiss against her cheek, lingering on the corner of her lip. She didn’t feel up for a full on kiss, not after getting sick, but she lingered a moment longer. Pulling back she cupped her cheek.

“Then I will return to you again. And again. I will claw my way back to you if I have to. I will not leave you alone in this.” She said it with conviction. The mere thought of it made a shiver run down her spine just from the fear of it, but she would do it. “No matter what, we are stronger together. You may be a brilliant geneticist Moira was deathly illness is my department and I could barely help you those last few days. I’m back now and I will recover from this.”

Her mind wasn’t absolute mush and the gears were already turning. “Besides, I think my blood should be taken, and the blood of those who have survived. We need antibodies and...” Just thinking about it gave her a headache and went against what she had jus been asked to do. She reached for a bucket again in order to get sick. Her mind and body was not ready to tackle those sorts of details yet. When done she wiped at her mouth and took another sip of water. “...At least, we will get those things.” She had to lay her head on the pillow then, still holding to the bucket in case. “If I believe in nothing else here, I believe in us.”