Spirit laughs weakly, "eh--woke up feeling kind of bad, but I'll survive. Worked with hangovers before."

He's initially focused more on tucking her back beneath the blankets, concerned that she'd feel only worse if she grew colder. But as he pulls a layer up over her chest, he notes the scar and pauses. It's familiar in that he's got a similar one, though his runs across his chest differently. She might feel the sudden tension, though he doesn't move away from her.

Instead, Spirit pulls the blanket up, averting his gaze. "Quite a scar you have there, kid."