"Ah, thanks."

Reaching out, she accepts the cup of chamomile in one hoof and sits down, inhaling the aroma before taking a slow sip. At Bertie's question, she tenses a little before deliberately forcing herself to relax.

"I'm...coping, I guess? And the splints...they're coming off in a month."

There's a note in her voice that suggests she heard the unvoiced question at the end.