She couldn't help the low, soft chuckle as she accepted the glass and raised it to her lips. "Sounds about right." She closed her eyes as she took the sip, feeling the mellow, warm burn down her throat, and damn if it didn't stir all kinds of memories; hardly good, but hers, and simpler.
As she opened her eyes, she found herself looking at those new things tucked on the shelves, the warmth in her just enough to make her wonder...
But she was far more conscious of the butterfly bandages on her cheek and his presence at the other end of the couch to get up and look, especially as they were talking injuries. Really, the man had just had a back injury, and now...well, he might not be bleeding, but apparently there was something. "Define 'fine'," she told him.