He helped her to sit up, pushing with the arm that was still behind her shoulders so that most of the weight was lifted from her. He saw the wince and frowned, knowing she must be hurting more than she was letting on. Her question surprised him, as he hadn't expected that to be the detail that struck most.<br/><br/>"You were just happy. A bit silly maybe... but happy. You told me about your childhood, because I asked you to. I felt you needed something to talk about to keep your mind off your hazed confusion. You are good at telling stories. For now, however, I think you need food. Maybe a trip to the outhouse? Feel up to it?"