Jazz lingered in the doorway, arms crossed, lips pressed tight with clear disapproval. Her eyes flicked from Katherine to Leonard sprawled weakly on the couch, his face pale and glistening with fever sweat.
"You're sure you'll be fine?" Jazz asked for the third time, voice low as if she didn't want Leonard to hear.
Katherine forced a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. "Yes. You've already stayed too long. I can manage him."
Jazz raised a brow, unconvinced. "You sure?"
Katherine shook her head, more firmly this time. "It's alright. He's not your responsibility. I'll take care of it."
For a moment, it seemed like Jazz would argue again. Her lips parted, then closed, then parted again, but finally she sighed, resigned. "Fine. But if you need anything, you call me. Immediately."
Katherine gave a small, tight nod. "Good night, Jazz."
