"Does that feel better?" she asked, not expecting any sort of an answer but feeling nonetheless that she ought to continue with her one-sided conversation. "I really don't know very much about caring for the ill, but it just seems to me like you'd want something cool on your brow. I know if I were sick, that's how I'd feel." He shifted restlessly, mumbling something utterly incoherent. "Really?" Sophie replied, trying to smile but failing miserably. "I'm glad you feel that way." He mumbled something else. "No," she said, dabbing the cool cloth on his ear, "I'd have to agree with what you said the first time." He went still again. "I'd be happy to reconsider," she said worriedly. "Please don't take offense." He didn't move. Sophie sighed. One could only converse so long with an unconscious man before one started to feel extremely silly."