Again, a gracious nod. "I appreciate that, Doctor," she murmured. She sipped of the wine again, but not fast... slowly, savoring the brew. She hardly ever imbibed, choosing to drink water most of the time. It was heaven and it was probably going to go to her head. She soon cradled the drink, her pinky out without her so much as noticing. "I've enjoyed the work, it's been a good distraction." Though there were some nights that Tristan might hear her grief, they were growing further apart and she seemed happy where she was at.