[It's hard to tell whether or not the redness in his cheeks is from embarrassment or fever, but given the symptoms going around, she's willing to bet it's the latter— a saving grace, perhaps, for Alphinaud's dignity. She thinks nothing of the fact that he needs a little help, and offers him a lopsided smile in reply.]

Whatever makes it so you can get some decent rest. The beds are pretty stiff here. I've had better— a pillow fort would be a step up.

[Her smile fades, however, at the mention of his leaving the temple— it's nice that he's determined to do his part, but she's not so sure that's such a great idea.]

You won't be any good to anyone if you push yourself too hard. If you're so worn out that you're falling asleep in the middle of the hallway, I'd say that's a pretty clear sign that you should be slowing down.