She looked up at him, a smile tugging at her lips. She could always count on Drake. "Right on time," she murmured, pulling herself into a silting position and fixing her robe so it didn't gape open in the front. She patted the couch next to her. "My hero. Come over here and sit with me. I even," she said after a moment, "have tea. Somewhere in my kitchen. It's still in a canister, but I do have some." She might weep if he asked her to get up and make it, but in return for food, she was willing to make some sacrifices.