It's a simple blend, very floral in nature, green with jasmine and lavender. She has a feeling she might be the only one who enjoys it, but she figured he'd feel better if she picked something she actually liked. She certainly won't mind if he sends it home with her.

"If you have the machine set for it, I'm certain I could manage that," she jokes. Though she does still worry about how well that might go, given the tales of woe she's heard about toasters.

Her smile is a little tense at the edges as she makes her way back to him, Cinder's cream in her hands. "Nothing worse than I've done to myself. Shower softened everything before bed last night." In more ways than expected, but that's not for Chris to hear. She forces herself to take a breath and holds out the jar to him.

"If this'll help, I want to put my hands to use. There's not much else I can do but listen." She huffs a laugh. "Which I don't mind doing, but I'll not push again like I did this morning. I'm... I shouldn't have done that, and I'm sorry."