As warm as it was and as good as it tasted, Kit was glad to see the mug be set aside. Her stomach was already uncomfortably tight around what little bit she had managed and the result was uncomfortable.

He shifted around her and she settled a little more firmly against her. Even with all the self doubt and no small amount of self disgust rolling around in her head, she was still so desperate for touch. Reaching up, she let the blanket slip down to expose one almost bare shoulder as she tapped his nose.

"I meant your hangover..."

Most people would be more focused on the fact that she was apparently only wearing underwear under that blanket, but the thin scar that ran from her collarbone to her chest was clearly visible if one were to look. Including the telltale dots of sutures that ran along side it.