( She nods, although she's not sure she believes it. Doesn't mean she won't absorb it, take the thought and keep turning it over and over in her head, until she can make sense of it better. Maybe Sarah would be okay with her. Maybe she could make it up, somehow. One idea catches in her head, but she shuffles it away for later, looking back to Pablo with a little more focus. )

Um. Black, right now. Normally milk but— ( That's not the point right now. ) Black, two sugars. There might be some hazelnut syrup in the cupboard.

( Normally she is a fan of embarrassingly elaborate coffees and hot chocolates, but right now the nativity fast means she is limited in what she can have. As elaborate as she can manage without consuming any dairy would have to do.

After a moment, as finds the way, ) I'll be okay. Thank you.