He takes the moment of her settling to pull a chair out to sit down next to her, relenting instead of towering over her, but his gaze doesn't leave her when it doesn't need to. The chair squeaks just a little as he takes a seat, watching her expression. Gauging how she's feeling, watching as the fatigue catches up with her. Being bitten by the wraith leaves a bizarre sensation of being in pain while having the strength to bench press a bus, it's always disorienting.

Kirk knows it far more intimately than he should, according to McKay.

"I think we all have," He confesses heavily, leaning his elbows on his knees. "Anyone who's been here for a while."