She nodded lamely and took the offending pot upstairs, then went to her room to clean herself up and change into fresh clothes. She would still do her job if it was the last thing she could do. Pippa only felt like she was dying with her head just pounding away; she knew she wasn't dying though and it was only a hangover. Once she was dressed in a fresh smock, she braided her hair and gave it some semblance of tidiness. Then she went back downstairs, actually looking like she felt slightly better for having cleaned up.