She just takes the washcloth out of his reach.

"I assure you I will be fine. However, I am unsure if I can say the same for your well being. And don't fret over giving me anything, I was not expecting any gifts." Washcloth is back on his forehead, and she is ready to pull away again if need be. She just can't trust him to care for himself.

"Does Dave own any medicine for that cough?"