Her lips twitch, a larger smile hiding behind the smaller one, cautious. She isn't ashamed of it, not really, but it's still complicated. Still tenuous for her, still almost directly on one of few weak spots capable of bringing her to her knees.

But she's trying too. She smiles, he says thank you, and nothing hurts - or at least nothing hurts too much to bear.

"You're the one doing the hard work," she points out. Then she picks up her empty plate. "Literally and figuratively."