Erin slides back into the room, nudging the shoe out of the doorway once she's inside. She's taking care to step quietly now, and she sets her supplies down gently before taking a seat on the bed.

Just enough of the sheet gets pulled down for Erin to check Daisy's temperature with her wrist.

"You're running a fever," Erin murmurs. "...Were you just gonna sit in here and die?"