Yeah. [On one hand she's relieved it was no concern, but on the other she prefers to serve a purpose she's more suited for than waiting around idly, or watching over someone who also seems hellbent on not keeping still. She's (hypocritically) not terribly empathetic to him pushing his body when rest is what it needs right now, but she is empathetic to his current state of vulnerability, perceived or real.

Watching over someone... when did she decide that's what this was? Hmph.

She'll respect his agency enough to not stop him from slumping like a rag doll against the wall for as long as he likes but she will walk back to the edge of the bunk bed and take a seat, her helmet again greeting the underside of the upper bunk with a tiny little whunk.]

One of them had a large sword, and the other a prosthetic arm. All kinds of interesting visitors on this moon.