"Mmmrgh," York says, a combination of a satisfied gurgle and a tired groan. She shifts a little on the couch, getting more comfortable with the fresh pillow under her head, and gives Wash a lidded, tired smile. She keeps one hand loosely curled against the glass, letting it rest against her chest. "See? I'm fine. And once I get a shower, I'll be...perfect. Mmmh." She lets her good eye droop closed for a moment, smiling in satisfaction to herself at the thought of a hot shower. The whole standing up issue could be solved. Nothing better would feel than a hot shower right now.