"I know," he tells her and he does. He just hates to bother her. "I used to be incredibly self sufficient," he tells her. "Now...I can't even do my job without someone helping me." It's driving him a little crazy.

He bends his head, letting her massage that hollow at the base of his skull. He does as she says, relaxing a little and sighing with relief because it does take the pain away. He takes deep, slow breaths while she's rubbing at his head, tries to make the most of the pain free time he's got.

He nods at her suggestion. "You're room is good." They won't be interrupted and he's not really going to say anything that is overtly treasonous, at least not as far as he's aware. He could definitely use the quiet. He stands, picking up his tray with one hand and holding out his hand to take hers.