"Yeah, I can tell," Cuddy said dryly when he claimed to be peachy. Actually, he didn't seem too bad to her. Maybe that's because he'd just woken up and was still a bit drowsy but he seemed relaxed at least. Obviously he was still dealing with the side effects and he was surely still dealing with the loneliness and boredom and all the other issues of being confined to a mental hospital, but he didn't seemed as on edge as he had on Saturday. She hoped she wasn't imagining things. It would be nice to think his meds were starting to do some good and not just cause side effects.

"Okay. I'll just...wait here, I guess." She braced her arms on the bed behind her and leaned back, willing to rest while House was freshening up. Maybe she could use the time to prepare for their joint session with the doctor. She didn't know how to prepare, though. She didn't know what the doctor expected or wanted her to do. She didn't even know how much she was expected to participate.

Thinking about what she didn't know only made her anxious so she pushed herself up from the bed. She put away the things she'd brought him, finding places to stow away his clothes and the rest of his toiletries. Putting his room in order helped settle her nerves. She couldn't control the world but she could control small bits of it and that always made her feel better.

She'd just finished tidying up when House returned. She turned to look at him, suddenly feeling a bit nervous again. "So...." She gave a slightly agitated wave of her hands. "What's supposed to happen in this session?"