[He's not gone long, but Daisy is quickly brushing out her unruly hair with her fingers and cleaning up the bed as much as she can. When she hears him approaching she moves to sit back down on the bed, wishing she had her clothes in here so she could switch into something less ridiculous of doughnut printed PJ pants. Her other pajamas were dirty, okay?!

Smiling when he opens the door, Daisy manages to catch the pill bottle from him.]

Thanks.

[Taking out two, she grabs the coffee cup from him and drinks some so she can down the pills. Rolling her eyes fondly when he calls her out for the amount of sugar packets she uses.]

You're telling me you don't get specific with your coffee?

[Despite it being hot, Daisy is so used to burning her tongue that she takes another sip before scooting back on the bed so her back is against the wall. Whether he decides to sit on the edge of the bed, or scoot back with her is up to him. She takes a look at him from over the rim of his coffee mug, now that the window is open she can really see the lack of scrapes bruising on his body.]

So that's it? Overnight your body just repairs itself?