The girl’s awakening was delayed, but eventually her eyelids fluttered open, slowly.
She rubbed at her eyes, trying to wipe the tiredness from them.
“Mm.. good morning.” She murmured groggily, sitting herself up a bit; not enough to damage the cut/burn/wound on her stomach. She glanced back at the window behind her, catching glimpse of the sunset scene behind her.
“Or.. evening.” She corrected softly, lightly smiling. She felt herself tense up, because a sudden, new awkwardness had settled into the room. She glanced back at her hands, where she was twiddling her thumbs.
“Listen, I- um. Well, I- I got some news- I was.. well I was wrong about who.. who... did it.” She gestured to the bandages that tightly kept her from moving, like a corset. “Okay- okay, I’m rambling. God, sorry. But- I didn’t really know how to.. how to thank you.” She took a breathe, averting her eyes with a small smile. “Like- that- it’s my life. My existence. And you- you just- came up and.. and fixed everything. And I just- God, sorry, I’m horrible at this, I just-“
She chuckled self deprecatingly, looking back at him.
“Thank you. Really. Really, thank you.” She laughed softly. Not in the way that people laugh when something is funny, but a relieved laugh. Soft laughter.
Her voice was somewhat breathy, because A. She was flustered, and B. It was honestly kind of hard to breathe with the vice grip of the bandages on.