Once Wynne finishes and leaves, Alistair comes back in and sets the basin and washcloth down next to the bed. At least now he can touch her without feeling like he'll break her with one finger...

He sits down on the bed next to her and leans over, kissing her gently on the lips. "I know," he whispers. "You're strong, you're independent, you're fiery, you don't let this. But let me care for you like you'd care for me if the tables were turned, okay?"