"You need to brush up on your material," he managed to smile. "Even the best of us need it." But it was obvious the smile was a tad forced, he'd been waiting and worrying, wondering if, when, she'd wake up and who had done this to her.
"Here, my tea making leaves something to be desired I've been told but you don't want to try my attempt at anything fancier." Peter hands her the cup and sits on the edge of the bed and waits for her to take a sip and see how she's doing. Awake at least, that was something.