She has made soup for both her and Charlie. Of course, she doesn't blame him for having caught whatever was going around, apparently a lot of the people in the Barracks have whatever it is.
She brought a tray into the bedroom with soup, orange juice, some tylenol, anything they'd need before setting it down and flopping onto the bed, looking toward Charlie.
I can't decide if this altogether sucks, or if it's any better being sick with you.
Yeah, she tried to keep the humor up.