[ Dryly, though without any bite: ]

You don't have to tease me. I know I look like shit.

[ She's definitely looked better, anyway — though it's funny, how just exchanging the words with him seems to have eased the naturally harsh lines of her face a little, softening her in a subtle way. ]

You don't need to do anything except lay there and get better. Worry about the other shit later.