York stays folded in on himself for a moment as the pain of coughing passes, then reaches for her hand again with his not-coughed-in one. He'd really like to lie back down, but not while she has to stay sitting up beside him.

"Just some psycho the wormhole puked out a few weeks back. He spit in my face when I took him to the medbay sick... Cetaganda can keep him, he'd just better not touch my friends."