[ She nods gently, tugging her robe around herself. A Sister had been kind enough to give her some clothes while she recovered. ]
Makes sense to me. I won't pry. I'm sure you'd prefer such things remain private.
Take it easy. Baby steps, yeah?
[ she clears her throat, looking away, thinking - looking back. ]
Iโฆ Have a collection of my old journals. Started writing ages ago - so I wouldnโt forget things.
[ a bit of a jolt. She closes the notes - looking down. ]
Hey โ youโre up.
No crutches - ?
[ tucking the leather book into her coat, hands hovering over her friendโs form. ]