As he's getting ready, Joan works herself back up to sitting. It's hard, but she's determined to do it by the time he returns. When he comes in she's managed to sit up against the headboard. She smiles at him, taking the cups carefully, her hands shaking a little, and nods at his words.

"I will." He's right, though...she wouldn't be able to put toothpaste on the toothbrush right now.