Ah, well, she was never one to keep a compliment concealed from somebody deserving of receiving it as promptly as it was thought of. As he'd told her washing the mug wouldn't be necessary, she just put it where he'd put his.
"I'm glad you have some faith in me." The pain-relieved aspirin grin choo-choo'd through a more even terrain for lucid trains of thought. Yet, the dustiness of her fatigue made her want to sleep for thousands of years, like the mummified remains of Nefertiti in Egypt's warm blanket sand. Her body for however tired though, made her mind more sharp and alert, even if her wavering thoughts and inability to be creative was otherwise. She was honestly a little afraid of sleep... where would she wake up next time?
... She also wondered if she wore out her welcome yet. Did he have things to do? "I can go now if you want." she'd suggested, putting her hands behind her back because they no longer had tea, or pills, or the potential threat of tears to cover from him. "You probably have stuff to do, unlike me, who just eats ice cream and dances alone in the kitchen, waiting for things to do."