Focus. It wasn't an unfamiliar word to her, and it hadn't been for years. She was good at it, at putting on the blinders required not to botch a diagnostic, to deliver a correct dosage of potion, to not miss a crucial step and be a further cause of mourning for someone in the caves they took refuge in. But right now, as the floating lights were slowly brightening and announcing the 'daytime' hours were beginning, she was finding it difficult to keep that focus. Charting was the worst part, because it was often the most necessary; if you missed a notation, if you wrote a number wrong, it could throw everything off in a treatment plan.
Ro was painstakingly finishing up the last chart when she glanced up at the sound of the door opening. Please, for the love of Merlin, not anyone else. The look on her face changed from apprehension to relief as she realized it was Cedric, and then something like appreciation and affection all at once as he spoke. "If you weren't you, you were about to get the most cross version of a polite hello in the history of this unit," she managed, going directly for one of the cups and the creamer as soon as he'd set it down. "Terrible is an understatement, by the way. No trouble, just the usual, and no I did not fall asleep," Rowan answered, pulling a face at him before she took a healthy sip and nearly melted into her chair.
"Thank you," she said, pointedly, allowing for a small smile. "How long does it take to not feel like shite at shift-end, then?"