"I'll take it." He threads his fingers into Ratchet's hair affectionately, not daring much more in front of the Barrayarans but wanting to offer at least a little comfort. A little gratitude that they're not fighting over this. He knows the other man isn't comfortable with leaving his patients, with needing to rest at all.

"Get cleaned up, I'll stay and watch your patients and have some food brought in for you -- when was the last time you ate?"