[Oh, that sounds good. Pain pills and getting high will probably ensure she sleeps pretty soundly for a while. Enough that she'll have energy to hit the mine once she wakes up. She can tell that he's worried about her, and feels bad for making him concerned. But it can't be helped, she reminds herself. And this will pass soon enough. It's not a permanent thing.]

Please?

[She's holding the bottle of pills in both hands as she leans in to kiss him, and gives a gentle tug of his lip with her teeth before pulling away and going into the bathroom. The glasses look like they've been used, but she's resourceful enough to be able to cup her hands and drink water from them so she can take a few pills.

The guitar case is slid off and set aside once she finishes there, and she promptly starts undressing. Her clothes come off first, though she stays in her panties. She casts him a look that says she needs help as she sits on the edge of the bed, and starts to work off her shoes and socks.

She gets now why he was so frustrated when she needed to help him with everything. It's annoying having to depend on someone to do simple things.]

You don't have to stick around here while I sleep if you'll get bored. I hate that you have to be still so much just because I need to rest.