He listened from under the blanket even as bad as he felt he still knew pretty much exactly where she was in the room. The sound of the door opening and her words hitting him. The cover over his head just so she wouldn't see the tears brimming his eyes. The pain was horrid and he was to proud. He was schooled well in holding his voice level. Betraying nothing when it came to himself. Pain he could usually walk through with no problem. BUt this sickness and pain was hell.

"Thank you, Jo. Goodnight." He spoke softly shifting despite the pain, he tended to always sleep on one side over the other. The tiny for of Sylvi could be seen moving under the blanket to try and get comfortable. He'd be asleep in minutes until Merlin's voice hit him.