“ Huh—? Why would you be worried? ”
Confusion. Sitting up and looking at 'em.
“ Good?? What, were you worried? ”
Laying in the middle of the floor.
Doesn't even elaborate, she's just there.
Confusion clear as day, she's not objecting to being placed on the couch, it's kind of him—but.. she's also intimidated by him anyways.
“ I-I'm up—! I'm fine! ”
Side eye. She is / NOT / having it.
“ What're you doing that for? ”