She found herself more concerned when Opus didn't respond, or move to sit down or rest or any of it. She had already decided that she would take matters into her own hands if he chose to be stubborn and was about to say something smart when she noticed his gaze. Upon following it, she saw, for the first time, the clock that sat on the table beside his bed.
Her breath caught and the fire died from her tongue.
"Oh." She murmured, hand still firmly wrapped around him for support. How long had she sat here waiting for him to stir with the clock to her back and never even noticed? She'd never even moved from the chair she'd moved beside the bed that first time she was allowed to be with him. It was still there, with the back blocking it. It was the same, but different, and still just as magnificent.
"I...never noticed it until now." She admitted slightly embarassed by her own lack of observational skills. To her credit, she was mostly concerned for him and snooping had been the last thing on her mind. That and being in a box, no matter how big of a box, had never held much of an appeal compared to the open sky and she felt better when focusing on Opus.
"You really should at least sit." She tried again. The time for conversation could come after he was comfortable.