[Jamie considers that answer and then nods, as though it makes perfect sense. He leans back into the blanket, trying to adjust it while still holding onto the pillow. This doesn't work very well, but he keeps doggedly trying anyway.]

C'mon, I'm not sick or anything. Just kind of woozy. And cold. And I had a pretty bad nosebleed this morning. And I'm cold. Did I say that already?