[he's already carefully shuffling back to his side of the bed, mug in hand and trying not to spill it. He attempts a bracing smile as he settles back against his pillows, then turns his attention to his tea--taking a slow, hesitant sip. It will be awhile before he's used to being able--and actually needing--to eat and drink.
But his face actually brightens a shade as he swallows, and looks back over at Amy in surprised]
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But his face actually brightens a shade as he swallows, and looks back over at Amy in surprised]
You put some honey in.