"You don't get sick," she objects, immediately, despite the fact that moments ago she'd been sufficiently convinced he was about to be to move her favourite pair of shoes out of the firing line. (Every pair of shoes is her favourite when she's wearing them.) "I've never seen you get sick."

After a moment, she concedes, "Before," because there's only so much point-blank arguing with reality she can do in a day, and she wasn't expecting.