"Yeah, that's - cool." That she remembered, she meant, though clarification has never been her strong suit. "I am. I mean, a little, I guess. The sleep stuff is helping a lot." But that wasn't the point. She wasn't here to talk about how much better she was feeling really, was she? Maybe. Sort of. A little.

What's that? "Shit, right." The real reason she'd come by, more important she figured than her health. She quickly went to offer the paper out to her, probably thrusting it out a little too quickly so it didn't look like the kind of casual, 'this isn't a big deal' kind of moment she had wanted to make it out to be. Crap. Why was she so nervous? "It's for you. I wanted to say thank you for your help and for, like... listening and... whatever. I don't know. It was just hella cool of you so I wanted to just do something in return, even though this isn't super helpful or anything. Kind of useless, even, maybe I should've just - gotten you like pruning sheers or something - I -"

Fuck, she's rambling. She shuts herself up with a cringe. "... Sorry. I guess I'm still a little out of it after all."