[She can't stop a small whimper from escaping her as Izaya continues to gently touch her face. It's only as she feels a couple of stray tears escape past her lashes that she sucks in a breath and forces herself to find her composure.]

I'll get you back to your room. We'll clean you up and get you in some dry clothes and I'll make you some tea!

[It almost sounds like she's telling this to herself more than to him.]

You'll feel better after some rest.