"Good. That you're drugged, not that you passed out from the concussion and blood loss." Her own concussion wasn't bad, but her cheek was going to bruise like a bitch.

Her mouth quirked up at the corner. "I'm used to them - gimp leg and all. But yeah. He- uh. Pretty much cut the whole length of my foot so I couldn't run away, so crutches it is." She just says it, because she's said it so many times and relived it again and again that right this second she's sort of numb to it.

"Thank you, by the way - for wondering where I was." She has to say it, and her voice is small, because she's absurdly scared about it.