( She asks him to, giving a squeeze of his arm and shoulder before pulling her hands back to herself. Unlocking her wheels, she executes a nice, tight roll and curve around backward to the nearest cot, nabbing up two pillows there in addition to the blanket already in her lap.

She's back with a little expressive whirl and movement of her hands, grin bright -- dimming slightly when she remembers he can't see. )

Two pillows coming up! Does your head feel wobbly on your neck? I'm by your left again.

( She says, chatting as she pulls the first pillow up and moves it behind him. The second follows suit, Collette chattering on about what she's doing while she's doing it. She's not sure what to do -- be default, she falls into a play by play, similar to the ones in her own head some mornings when she's motivating herself to get through a routine and on to something different for the mental exercise.

A final pat on the pillow before she pulls her hand out from behind him leads to a cheerful: )

I'd say go ahead and flop now, but that might be killer for your head. Here, I'm reaching for your right shoulder again, and my other hand's going to be behind your neck. Good thing you're not broad shouldered! I could never reach across like this if you were!