It's not something Meredith can argue, much as she'd like to. Instead she leans closer, lifting her head to give him a quick kiss. "I'm fine," she says. She shakes her head, though, as it occurs to her that isn't going to cut it, not now. Nothing's fine about this. "It's exhausting. Not physically as much as — I'm exhausted and you don't keep especially charming company, but I'm holding up. How are you?"