Mandy nodded, taking the cup he'd got down and pouring them both full of tea. "I am, but..." She shrugged. "I know I work too much. And I know I don't have to, technically, but I do have to, sort of." She turned, handing him his cup.
"You know what I mean. If there's something I can do, then I have to..." She stifled a yawn, then picked up her cup and took a sip. "Last night helped though." And it had. Her tired body and fallen against his and she'd been out, safe and warm in his arms. "So my prescription for myself is another twenty-four hours or so, with you, and then I'll be fabulous."