She carefully sat up in the bed, adjusting the pillow behind her as she did. She felt better, she definitely looked better. She leaned into him as he pressed a kiss to her forehead, and her smile grew as he pressed one to her lips. He tasted familiar—sweet, like sugar. She’d missed being able to kiss him like that. Her hand found his cheek, her thumb running under his eye before she let him go to sit back down. With a shrug, she gave him a slight smile. “I’ve got no idea how I’m alive, I had it worse than Ollie did, honestly.” She chewed her bottom lip, carefully rolling up her gown to peer down at her side. “It looks better, though.”<br/><br/>When he asked whether or not she could walk, how she felt, and if she needed to rest, she laughed softly at the amount of his questions. Carefully, she sat up, swinging her legs over the side of the bed. “I’m okay. I’m still sore, I feel stiff. I’m sure I should rest more but...” she carefully pushed herself off the bed, wincing as her feet hit the ground. “I want to see everyone, I want to thank Letto, too. For getting you back.” She shrugged with a smile, gently taking his hand. She used his hands as support, holding them tightly. “Okay...lets go, then.”<br/><br/>She was eager to see the Striders, to see the Runners. Over time she’d grown attached to them. With Carson’s help, she carefully limped through the halls, listening for the sound of the small group. She took a deep breath. “Okay, lead the way?” She laughed every so slightly, looking up to Carson. She tilted her head after a moment. “Can I at least trim it?” She touched his beard with a laugh.