Carl smiles in satisfaction as her voice becomes softer, more distant, drifting as her mind wanders. He quickly dresses her wounds, taping the bandages over them securely, then places the blanket over her. Since she has long since stopped talking, he rises and steps away, returning moments later with a large shirt of his own. Hoping she wont notice being moved, drugged and half asleep as she is, he begins to gently dress her in the soft, flannel shirt.