It was the simplest thing for Steve to wrap his arm around Rogue's back, under her opposite arm to help support her. It felt like a much longer walk back to the bed than it had been getting out of it, and it wasn't just from the slower pace. Steve hated seeing Rogue so weak, and he was sure she hated it just as much, and more-so letting him see it.

Settling her on the side of the bed, Steve placed one more kiss on her forehead, smoothing down her hair, before murmuring, "Let me get you that ginger ale. I'll be right back, okay?"

So, yes, he was mollycoddling her a little. Sue him, he liked being able to take care of people. Being able to take care of her, for once.