The Amazon pressed her face to his shoulder and shook. It wasn't something she did often, certainly not like she was now. Her shoulders shook ever so slightly, and she gave herself over to the tears. They'd been just under the surface, and now they ran freely. She didn't sob; she just shook and cried.
"You don't have to. I should probably let it go?" Her voice was soft, muffled a little against his shoulder. She didn't wiper her nose on him; she didn't wipe her eyes. She just stared at the cup, or what had been a cup. She wasn't ready to make a choice for him to "fix" things. She'd clean it up later.
"I don't know how to feel." She took a deep breath and snuggled into him. "A bath. Would you take a bath with me?" She had yet to admit, as far as she could remember, that she did like his taking care of her while she was sick.