Maybe she just didn't know the right people, or it was too awkward - but no one had offered. No one but Spencer even knew why she was in pain, why it hurt so much - and why this... why it'd scared her, maybe. There's gratitude in her gaze; Raleigh's looking at him like he's a hero, or a magic-worker in the colloquial sense. "Nothing hurts," she said again, and she exhales and it's almost palpable, the way her shoulders relax for the first time he's known her, and she looks.... somehow, she seems even younger. More free.

Raleigh curls up against him without even thinking; it's a comfort thing, it's because her anxiety's gone, the pain's gone, and she feels almost high at the prospect of being without pain for a while. "I never would have expected you to just heal me, you know that, right? I mean, I didn't even expect this." She needs someone, that much is clear, and she's got her head on his shoulder as she finally relaxes.

"Can people do that?" She asks it after a second, quiet and tired, but she's got to ask. She's got to know. "Heal.... things." She's asking because of her leg. She doesn't want to say, but she's asking because of her leg. "The surgeons did what they could but it's- I mean... I manage. I manage pretty well, it's a miracle I didn't lose it. Did... uh. Did Spencer tell you?" She's a little bit selfconcious, but it's nowhere near what it was before, because she was (to put it nicely) one step away from high.