Sherlock glances quickly at Ted before looking back at Joan.
Joan smiles, eyes twinkling. "That was fun," she says, her voice still soft but also very amused.
"Watson." Sherlock rises and goes to her side, his sharp eyes examining her face, her body, looking for signs, for clues, for hints of how she is, how she's recovered and what weaknesses remain. The amusement is good, and for that reason he appreciates the turnabout. But he can hear the weakness in her voice, see the way she's lying back against the bed, knows she has some way to go yet.
Joan looks up and catches his eyes. "Hey," she says softly. "I'm okay."
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Date: 2021-08-11 03:15 am (UTC)Joan smiles, eyes twinkling. "That was fun," she says, her voice still soft but also very amused.
"Watson." Sherlock rises and goes to her side, his sharp eyes examining her face, her body, looking for signs, for clues, for hints of how she is, how she's recovered and what weaknesses remain. The amusement is good, and for that reason he appreciates the turnabout. But he can hear the weakness in her voice, see the way she's lying back against the bed, knows she has some way to go yet.
Joan looks up and catches his eyes. "Hey," she says softly. "I'm okay."