She's hoping to be discreet about it, at least, so by the time he turns back to her, she quickly crosses her arms over her chest, acting as though she hadn't just done what she'd done.

"Fine," she agrees, and since they're nearer to the living room anyway, she takes a seat on the couch, drawing her legs up underneath her.

"Pretty deeply. I mean, I still feel crappy, but the fever's gone."