Elijah nodded and slowly headed to the bed. "I am feeling light headed being on my feet." He said softly but not being too worried. He managed to slip under the covers and looked back at him. He wondered if he was bothered by his presence. He was avoiding looking at him a lot, was it his scars? He didn't seem to recognize him from the confession booth, he wouldn't have been there if that was the case. It stung to think he had spoken kindly but truly felt what Elijah worried so many others did. He immediately leaned over the other side to look around the floor for the shirt he had originally went to bed with before a fever took him and he tossed it away.