Theodosia's cry heralds his approach more effectively than a dozen trumpet-wielding courtiers. She has a healthy voice, as everyone in camp has unfortunately found out. Perhaps, if Burr's dreams about women's education are fulfilled, they can find a future where she is a lawyer or orator -- if not that, surely she could sing the opera.

Hamilton shoulders the door open, not looking forward to another session of trying to wake Burr. But, to his incredulous pleasure -- which shows plainly on his face -- Burr is awake, and sitting a little up, though it seems the tin cup beside the bed has suffered for it.

"Aaron," and he kneels by the bed, sweeping Burr's hand into his and kissing it. "You're awake."

Theodosia complains, and Hamilton immediately lifts her, passing her to the wellspring of her craved material. Her little arms flail, fingers spreading out wide. It's like she doesn't understand how limbs work, and Hamilton finds it unutterably precious.

If Aaron takes Theo, then Hamilton will of course get a refill for that tin cup, right away. There is a pitcher nearby.