Touching her... why was he touching her? And he wanted her to sit up too. Opening one eye she peaked over at him to see what he was holding. Oh, a wet cloth... that he wanted her to put on her head. And he wanted her to sit up. Did he not realize how much effort that would be for her? Probably not.

Taking the wet handkerchief from him she put her elbows on the table and rested her forehead in her hands, right on the cold cloth. "Don't worry, I don't plan on opening my eyes if I don't have to." And now with more touching. Touching that she wouldn't be doing anything about at the moment.

She didn't have the strength to hit him right now even if she wanted to.