"Yes. No. I'm sore. It'll pass." Marcie made herself sit up slightly to take the glass, wincing as her muscles protested. The juice was sweet and tart and refreshing though, and made her feel a little bit better. Just a little. "I just need to rest," she croaked, passing the glass back. "I should go back to bed." But that would require Getting Up, and Walking Around. Far too stressful.