When Ted enters the bedroom Sherlock releases Watson's hand and slides over so that she has space to sit on the edge of the bed and Ted has space to sit on the other side of her. Joan can smell the leftovers; it smells good, and her appetite ticks upward, just a little. She pushes herself up to sitting and looks up at Ted, her hands quietly folded in her lap, waiting for him to hand her food, too weary to really do much else.