"It's probably a question of release," she says, looking at the label. "One pill twice a day," she murmurs to herself. "Okay."

It feels lovely to have him playing with her hair. "I'd like that," she answers softly. Not only to get all the gunk off her scalp and out of her hair, but also because she enjoys being taken care of like that.

Sherlock returns with a glass of water and waits as Joan tries to fish out a single pill and fails to get her fine motor skills to cooperate. She sighs in frustration and holds it up toward Ted again. "Can you get it?"