[ it's about then that deanna remembers her tea. it's probably done steeping by now. so she moves to finish that as she speaks again. ]
If I'm not keeping you from something, would you care to join me?
[ her smile as she settles back in her chair with tea cup in hand is still tired, but also warm and inviting. she would welcome his presence. it's hard being alone now and she would much rather have company for a while, at least until she can finally sleep. ]