"We'll see," she mumbles, fighting against her eyes that so desperately (still) want to shut. The battle's getting harder.

She grunts a little, the sound supposedly disagreement, but the truth is he's... right. The donut hasn't helped. "No," she says anyway, but her body slumps further against him, and her eyes close. This time they stay shut, though she's not quite sleeping. She's not entirely aware of any spoken contradictions, either. "It was just a long day. I'll be fine tomorrow."