Shaking his head, Sefton didn't respond, hand tightening around the surface of the blanket where it had been resting. There was absolutely no reason Chivy should thank him; he was the one who had gotten him sick in the first place, and... and he knew who Sefton was, what he could do.

In lieu of letting his thoughts meander to the idea of simply leaving, he asked, "You hungry yet?"