That's a silly thing to be angry at yourself for. I worry for you all the time. It comes with caring for someone.

Don't you worry for me?

[She takes a rag and brushes it across his face, drying that sweat, apologizing silently for the pain.]

Don't you ever apologize for it, either, Benton Fraser. You are a good man. And I - I care very much for you. But you will curse yourself, as I did, with the anger you hold. Words, intentions, are real.

[She finishes tying and then places her hand behind his head, grabbing a pillow to place behind him.]