A wave of Cathy's hand followed Jaenelle's mostly rhetorical question, though she didn't have the energy to keep up the ruse that it was just a little head cold. She was miserable--quite literally, sick and tired. "I've tried everything I could think of on my own, the past few days," she told the other woman, sniffing. "It's definitely high time to bring in the reinforcements."
Gesturing for her to step into the apartment, Cathy gently closed the door and accepted the tea. "Thank you." A sip later and she was already feeling the beginnings of relief. "This is delicious."