She did that thing where she jerked a little at his touch, and he smiled, but before she could pull away he removed his hand, handed her a glass, and she sank onto one of the kitchen stools and took a sip she had to be grateful for.  Not that she'd say anything.   Keeping him informed about the details of her condition didn't seem to be on her list, though he supposed he couldn't fault her for keeping secrets without being a hypocrite.  