[ she means to offer to make him some, but he moves before she can rise back on her feet to take care of it; instead of fighting him on the task, she allows him to handle it on his own, considering that he might be the type of person who likes to take care of his own business. she would understand that, since, for one, it allows some maintenance of control, and two, who's to say anyone should be trusted around here? at least she still has her doubts.

but she knows he'd been one of the ones to arrive alongside her, recalling how unsteady she'd been then, mind still hazy from the iv that had been pinched her arm, still unsure how long she had been out before she'd woken up. ]

Not yet. [ she gives a small smile, more in humor at the lack of confidence she actually has in the method. ]

I think a part of me is frighten to go to sleep again. As if I don't know when I'd wake again, like this past time. [ when she'd been so vulnerable, so weak. she tightens her fingers around her cup, looking up at him. ] Do you know how long we'd been unconscious?