When Ted leaves the room, Sherlock pauses for a moment, then gets up and carefully sits on the bed beside Watson, back against the wall and legs stretched out in front of him with his ankles crossed. He sits there, aware of Watson sleeping beside him as he ponders over the Rupert Mannion case. He wonders in particular why exactly Moriarty sent the photo to Ted. The woman does nothing without some purpose.

His pondering is eventually interrupted by Joan stirring. She opens her eyes, smiling, expecting the person by her side to be Ted. She blinks when it's not.

"Your lover is fine, Watson," he says before she can say anything. "He's in the living room with Shaun."

"Oh. Good." She begins to stretch...then realizes she's still naked. She clutches the blankets to her chest and gives Sherlock a look. He stares forward.

"You have been fully covered while I have been present," he assures while pointedly not looking at her.

"Good." She sighs with a slight frown. "I think I'll still need help getting dressed. But I don't want to interrupt Ted's session."

"If the covers are sufficient, you can wait until the session is over," Sherlock suggests. "At any rate, it is time for your medication. I will fetch that for you."

He gets up and heads out of the room toward the living room and the kitchen beyond.