It wasn't that Rogue didn't want to appear weak in front of Steve, it was that she just really didn't want him to see her being sick. It was awkward and embarrassing and she was simply more comfortable dealing with it on her own, like she always had. It had been something Remy had struggled with as well, but they'd come to an understanding - he had let her have her independence because she was damn stubborn about it, and in return she had let him take care of her on occasion, when things were really bad.

That was why she didn't shy away from Steve's embrace and instead leaned against him, trying to draw strength from him enough to even formulate an answer to his question. A real answer, because she owed him that much.

"I want to lie down," she told him tiredly. "And I could really go for some cold ginger ale." Because her stomach was still unhappy, and so was the rest of her. She wanted to take something for her head, but she wasn't certain she'd be able to keep it down just yet.