Well, she'd expected this. She's got good enough reflexes that she can keep the bedding clean, but her lap...not so much. She holds him until he's empty and then carefully eases him back to the pillows while keeping her very messy lap from dribbling on the bed.

"Okay, it's okay. Just lay back and I'll get this cleaned up." She's had worse on her to be honest. She gets up and peels off the soiled boots and pants, balling them up carefully so she doesn't get the rest of her messy.

She can't walk around without pants, so she glances at her poor, sick beau with an apology. "Sorry, I have to change and then get things to clean up. It'll just be a few moments."

She's blushing as she turns her back and pulls on the simple dress he'd helped her buy so many planets ago. He's ill, and it's necessary. But still, a little bashful to be undressed so fully in front of him, even with her back turned. Still it gets done, and she grabs up her bundle of clothing and hurries out.

She drops off her things in the laundry; she'll have to attend them later. Then comes back with towels and wet cloth to clean up the place beside the bed where the mess remained.