"I am," York says, almost petulantly, but it just comes out a tired mumble. She shrugs comfortably, though, settling in with the blanket. She's really starting to feel tired now, enough to overpower the greasy, unclean feeling she's got all over from staying in the clinic for a few days. "Mmmgh. I didn't even know our couch was so comfortable. C'mon, you should siddown. There's room." She shifts a little, like she's trying to wriggle onto the couch to make more room for Wash, but she doesn't wind up moving much at all.