That's not what I was trying to imply at all! [The words come out before he really had a chance to debate on whether or not he wanted to admit to that. His cheeks turn faintly pink as he continues.] Rather that...though it is not your throat that's afflicted, talking is still difficult for you now. I do not wish to cause you more pain than you are already in, and a night's rest seems to be the only things that soothes these reactionary pains.

[Anyone with ears can tell that much.]

I still...find you excellent company, even if speaking with you is not possible. So...if you wish for company now, a-at least until you fall asleep... I...

[The more he speaks, the darker his cheeks flush. He can't help but be vaguely horrified at his own boldness here, what the hell has gotten into him this weekend? First hand holding, now piggyback rides and offers to...sit with her in her room like a creep till she falls asleep? Holy shit, he just realized something: this was a terrible idea. He shakes his head vigorously, as though trying to clear it.]

Of course, I realize such an offer is rather presumptuous on my part. I will, of course, leave immediately if you would rather be alone!