"Not like that's gonna be hard to do," she replied with a light roll of her eyes, watching as Sam moved from the bed and started to rummage around in the bag he'd brought for a moment. "I don't want to talk to him anymore. I don't even know why I did to begin with..." Curiosity, really. It sometimes got the best of her, and this was one of those occasions where it almost killed the cat.
The water and the Advil had been expected, if not completely appreciated, but when he handed over the puppy stuffed animal, Heather's expression softened and brightened all at once.
"A puppy from my puppy," she said fondly, turning over the toy in her hands for a few seconds before looking up at Sam again. "Come here." Reaching out, she hugged him once again. This time, she didn't cling to him so desperately, but rather tenderly, the way she normally did. "Thank you," she whispered into his ear, kissing the side of his face again before pulling back. Not even a moment later, she was downing three Advil with the help of the water. "And thanks for that, too."