Claire knows he's mostly a glutton for punishment, when it comes to his injuries. He means well, but without that armor, he's pretty much dead. She's glad she was there for him, though. Glad to be there in good times and bad.

Quite the opposite thing right now, with Matt taking care of her. Granted, it's not mortal wounds, but a cold. She's glad that he's here.

She smiles, as he comes to the bed, with the soup. She nods at his warning.

"Thank you, Matt. You didn't have to do this," she says, taking a few first tenative sips on her spoon.