"My definition means 'not staring at the ceiling looking miserable," she said, sounding a bit bossier than she expected, but a little more concerned with his attitude. "And it also means not lying to me about how you feel: I can tell you're still a bit injured, you know."

She hated being like this, especially when she had an idea of how he must be feeling. She walked over to the bubble, sizing it up.

It was going to be a little annoying healing him through that.

"What do you remember?"