It's impossible to stop the confusion that passes over his feautres at her words, unsure of what they could possibly mean. Would this new found likeness fade once she was well, taking the sudden aversions along with it?

But then she's speaking again, saying that she has news and that she's rwlavtively certain she knows what is ailing her. Perhaps if they at least know, they will be able to find some way to treat it, or at the very least make things more tolerable for her.

"Go on." He steps in closer, all of his attention being paid entirely to her. "Do you think it the flu? You said it would not last long."