"Yeah, without me, you'd be totally screwed," she says dryly, but she's smiling a little against his arm. No one's ever really needed her and he hasn't used those exact words, but the implication is still kind of that she'd been necessary to have around. At least twice. And she's fine with not being needed, because it's not like her tendency to blow people off and be a general asshole is the kind of thing anyone needs in their life, but it's nice all the same. Nicer than she's ever realized.

"So is that why I'm being kept around? To be your nurse?" she asks in a teasing voice, tilting her head back slightly to look up at him. "I mean, I know we talked about the sponge bath thing, but I didn't realize I was so important in the whole not bleeding on the floor aspect of your life." She keeps thinking about how she should let him go back to sleep, how much she'd like to be sleeping again, but she likes this more. She's warm and comfortable and content, curled up against Newt's side in his bed, knowing he'll still be there in the morning. "I mean, I guess as relationship standards go, that's less weird than some others I've had."