[ She's not asleep. She almost wishes she was, for how often the memories are rushing through her mind. And she's tired, no doubt about that, but she's also sitting (sort of, half-slumped) back against her pillows and gingerly touching her arm. It's healed now, thanks to Naoki, but again, the memory's still so fresh that it's almost overwhelming.
action;
When he steps in, she glances up. ]
... Hey.