Her first sip was a slow thing, testing it first to make sure it wasn't going to burn too much. The warmth was wonderful and the taste was pretty good (what she could taste, anyway), so the second sip was a bit bigger.

Under the blanket, her stomach gave an unwelcoming growl and she made a face as she lowered the mug back down.

"It's good. You're good. I...I'm just very tired, I'm sorry." Tired and sad and just all around miserable.

"I'm sorry you have to take care of me when you probably feel pretty bad yourself." And yep, she was back to leaning against his support.