She smiles properly at them, gently. “He was great, he sat and talked with me after, about... death, stuff. It helped. I’m going to maybe see about repairing the armour anyway, in case, but... yeah, hopefully not. Hopefully no one,” them, specifically, “will ever have to see me that messed up again.”

She stretches her leg over to bump the edge of the mattress they’re on with her foot, then shifts how she’s sitting again, legs up under her.

“It... it got me thinking about things, if nothing else. Well, it wasn’t only that, there was... a lot going on, in those couple weeks, but...” she shrugs, as if her heart hasn’t started to pick up its pace again, fluttering rapidly in her chest.