Sina smiles, giving a sympathetic little wince. Cold-- she can't imagine anywhere colder than here. Perhaps she should be glad she didn't go.

"I think so," she replies, in answer to the question, "...I... am asleep often, so perhaps more than I remember." Her smirk is a sheepish one, and behind her eyes there is a dull weariness. She seems to get lost in her thoughts a moment, then confesses, "I'm so glad to see you."