It... weirdly does help, in this almost surprising way, just because he hadn't expected her to say that kind of thing. "You will," he confirms, tucking the blanket carefully - not restrictively - around her, letting out a slow breath. "We'll figure out what happened, and we'll find a way to help Tess if she needs it." Because he doesn't think this was her fault at all, either. Not if it's a disease, even one she might have somehow brought with her (although why it's cropped up now, he doesn't know).

For a moment, he considers getting changed back into civvies to run up to the mess - he can't pull a hoodie on over the uniform because he kind of just tore up his last one. But in the end, he just shrugs out of the top to leave him in a t-shirt underneath, and figures the tac pants don't look too out of place like that. "I'll be right back with something to drink." And maybe something to eat that can sit for a while, he doesn't expect her to want food just yet.