Liz groans, and nods.  She's still feeling sick, and staring down into the toilet she doesn't realize what sort of impact this might be having on Cayn.  Her mind is focused on her rolling stomach and trying to settle it before she has another incident.<br/><br/>Laying her head down against the cool porcelain, she appreciates the feel of his hand against her forehead.  With her eyes closed, she mutters "I'm sorry...I didn't mean to interrupt us...."  A small smile flickers at the edges of her mouth as she realizes how stupid that sounds, but it's the closest she can get to the words she wants right now.