She reaches inside the basket and pulls out the tissues, bringing them over to him.

"Oh, sugar."

She sighs, pressing her hand to his cheek to take his temperature. He's still quite warm.

"Maybe y'should get back in bed. An' take this off."

She taps the brim of his hat, lips twitching. She's still wondering where he got it from, but something about the way he's acting feels oddly — familiar. She just can't place her finger on why.