[How does one even begin to answer that? The easier answer would be to just break down in tears out of sheer mortification, but... no. She's put both of them through more than enough as it is.

She just needs to swallow it and pull herself together. She can cry once they're not looking. It'll be just like with the Doctor back then, only she doesn't actually detest these people with every fiber of her being.]

It's... [Deep breaths, Ris. She's making some efforts to correct her speech patterns, now, so at the very least it seems like she's re-approaching normal?] It is a little sore, but far better than it was. I imagine some soreness is natural, given... well.

[She makes a soft sound, something approaching a bitter laugh.]

...My apologies, Mithos. I couldn't even keep it at "pleasant" for more than a couple of hours.

[Bowing her head and releasing a shaky sigh, she addresses both of them.]

...Thank you. I hardly know how I can even begin to repay either of you for this.