He looks at her when she draws away, concern etched near permanently into his features. But he still says nothing, letting her process however she was doing so, and when she sinks against him his arms are ready to hold her.

Her humans are waiting outside the door; he can smell their tension and worry, but apparently they know better than to call again. Good. Blue is in a fragile state and doesn't need the distractions. The episode has come and gone and now his mate needs to rest again, before she causes herself more pain through sheer exertion.

"Yeah," he murmurs in response. "Let's get you to bed."

She doesn't have to like it; she's going anyway. But Omega is only going to lift her into his arms again if the touch won't break her. One way or the other, he's going to get her someplace she can sleep.