Lisle slid off the couch, still a little unsteady with navigating anything more than a few inches above the floor.  Once on the floor, she was able to walk more 'normally' towards the room that she had woken up in.  She saw nothing of Gerlinde's inner torment, and if she detected that the words were a lie, she chose to believe them rather than face an uglier truth.<br/><br/>Inside the bedroom, she faced another decision.  She had been told to get into bed, and there were two in there - a circular pet bed, which was a step towards acceptance, and the doctor's own bed, which looked impossible to get up on by herself.<br/><br/>She huffed out a sigh.  Maybe with practice - but she hadn't lived with these legs long enough.  She went over to the pet bed and curled up in it, feeling a pang in her gut at the isolation of it.