Winnie wiped at it uselessly, as if the heat of her hand could dry it. "Oh just lose it, you hate sleeping in clothes anyway." That was normal, routine for them; she desperately needed their ordinary right now. Teasing was easy for them to fall back on now that she had cried herself out.

Blowing out a shaky breath, she realized the headache was worse than ever and closed her eyes against the dim light from the window. She was starving and achy and emotional, but didn't know what to do about any of it. She pressed a hand to her temple away from the bruising and tried to think, but her brain was too foggy. She felt like she needed a drink, but the thought of eating or drinking also made her a little nauseous too, so that was a bust. "Thank you," She settled on instead, still trying to sort of figure out a way to make this all make sense, but still coming up short.