"C'mon."
She plucked the mug of tea from his hands and got to her feet, nudging his boots to the side of the bed, where he usually put them. Nel was a creature of comfort; her natural instinct was to make the world better, to make it brighter, to lend a little light to an otherwise dark and awful place. She made a horrible pirate, really.
But she made an incredible, sylphan sort of fairy godmother, all that starshine and shimmer, and if she couldn't make his past go away, she could at least make his future a thing worth looking forward to. Nel liked the future; she hadn't seen it yet, but she knew she liked it.
She pushed him, once, in the shoulder, towards going to bed.
"I'll clean up the tea," she murmured.
Didn't say whether she'd stay or go. Maybe she hadn't decided yet. But either way, when he woke up, things would be clean, and that was the best she could give him in that moment.