She nodded, looking around in an unconscious mimic of Lee before answering. "As much as I can." She turned her eyes towards the table. "I wish I was more useful, though," she admitted. "I feel so restless, sitting around doing nothing." She looked back up at Lee, trying to smile and having trouble with it. "I'm sick of sitting in my da's study reading the Proph - papers," she corrected herself before she said the full name of the Prophet, just in case, "going to work and coming home and pretending I'm fine."