"Good night," she repeated, watching him go with a strange, soft look in her eyes. It was interrupted by a yawn of her own - those were contagious too - which in turn was interrupted by pain in the area of her rib, not the previous stabbing but an annoying familiar prickly feeling, like her handful of splinters. The Skele-Gro kicking in. Of course.
Corrie sighed (and went, "Ooh," and reminded herself to stop sighing), and reached up to take her pills, and the glass of water from the table. Once that was done she snuggled down under her blanket and asked Min to turn the sofa again so it was fully against the wall.
Well. That was that, wasn't it? Turning her face to the wall, tracing her fingers along it to watch the fish chase them, she smiled and murmured to Minifred, "Will you please hang a very sheer curtain across the middle of the room? Thank you."