"Well. You made a noise so I'm counting that as alive, if not okay. I suppose neither of us are okay, you least of all."

She shifts on her heels, eyes running over the healing scabs, the lines that will scar. It's an odd position to talk to him in. Odder still to contemplate how he will heal. If he will heal. The mental part seems to be going just swimmingly.

"You don't have to talk to me. Or look at me or whatever is going on where you think I'm still fake. I thought a half dozen nights would convince you I'm not going anywhere but who knows how long your hallucinations lasted."

Her voice feels rough around the edges, hesitant in a way it never was 'before'.