Joan looks over at Sherlock. "Hey," she greets him as well. Sherlock rises and approaches the bed, his expression hesitant and worried.

"All right, Watson?" he asks, his own voice also hushed in the imposing silence of the room.

"I'm okay," she assures him calmly, even if the visual doesn't support the assessment.

She looks back to Ted. "We might need to put off that cuddling nap just a bit," she teases gently.