Still careful, she folded against him, holding herself stiffly to spare his ribs. "Good," she said, returning the smile. As he asked about her, she paused. How was she? Normally, her response would be a snippy "fine" that was given no matter what state she was in. But after what had happened the day before, she realized that there was much more to her answer than that.
Her expression froze for a moment before settling into a small, wan smile. "I'm better," she said genuinely. "You don't need to worry. It'll give you gray hair, you know."