He was watching her when she looked to him, sure, but it wasn’t concern coloring his features. It was caution, yes, and readiness to catch her if she did topple over, but much more than that it was affection. It was pride. He looked at her and still saw exhaustion and the weakness that came with it, but he also saw her pushing through it and recovering more quickly than he’d thought she would. 

A bit of food in her had apparently made a big difference. 

“Whatever you call it, it looks alive,” he said with a hint of joking in his voice, holding out a hand to her. “C’mon. You can make yourself at home on the couch until you’re up to anything more.” 

He would even put on a movie or something for her. Steve wasn’t much of a television watcher but he did have one.