Listening is miles easier than trying to form words right now, which is the only reason she has no remarks to make all through his reassurances and straight on into the  —  request.

Though, she does take a sharp breath when he sits and jumps up again.

She blinks at him.

It's been some time since she was asked permission for somebody to drop their drawers.

Laughing softly and shaking her head, she gestures to the vanity.

"Bring me them li'l white pills in the bottom drawer an' a glass of water, an' get over here an' drop your britches."