Amy turned to Grayson who was visibly worried as he slowly approached her. It was nice seeing someone concerned about her to such extent; definitely been a while since she could rely on someone else who was willing to care of her. 

"It's okay, I'm better now. I think whatever was messing with me is gone." Amy grabbed the used tissues to discard them and reached forward to flush the toilet before using Grayson's hand to help her stand up. "I'm definitely done with breakfast. You can finish yours if you want, but I'm gonna go grab my stuff to brush my teeth. Could you, um...apologize to the rest of the crew on my behalf? Just tell them I got sick and that's why I ran off like that." Amy gave his hand a little squeeze before she started to pull him outside, trying to actively avoid the nagging thought in her mind.