Normally Sina isn't too easily bossed around, but she doesn't seem to mind it now-- she trusts Anders, and knows she's being foolish. As far as she's concerned, there isn't a bone in her body that isn't foolish, not a single breath or tear. She carefully receives the spoon, at least taking it in her own hand before she sips from it, her eyes downcast and ashamed. She remains aware of the cat's heat and comforting vibration, the only things making life bearable at the moment.