"You didn't make him grab me. I shouldn't- I should never have started talking to people, but-" But if she hadn't, they never would have known. She would have been invisible.

Her chin wobbles. "It's okay. It'll heal. Hell, it's not like anything worse could happen to that leg without it getting cut off, so-" And then she pulls in a breath. "So that's good. It's good, I mean if he'd chosen the other leg-" And she's not doing well, but she doesn't know what else to say, to make it sound like it's okay, that it's normal. To look on the fucking bright side of being kidnapped and chained in a dark bathroom where all she could do was scream.

She doesn't realise that Joel doesn't know what happened, exactly. He'd asked, but now he didn't ask about what she meant, who he was - he just said he was sorry, and it made her try and at least pull herself together enough that he'd worry less. "I'll heal. I always do." She's twisting her fingers together, and she forces herself to swallow back the tears the best she can. "Were you- Were you going somewhere?" What she wants - desperately - is not to be left alone, but she's never known how to ask for those things. Never known how to ask for help when she needs it.