[She's on her bed, rather than in the window seat, hunched and wedged in the corner, like she needs to hide, like she needs something solid at her back, eyes a little red but dry now, red cape swaddled around her shoulders, leaving the alcove of the bed itself exposed and her body - her cast - hidden. She stares at him, a little in shock, or something like it, unwilling or unable or simply not cogent enough to answer with the right pattern of knocks.]
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[She's on her bed, rather than in the window seat, hunched and wedged in the corner, like she needs to hide, like she needs something solid at her back, eyes a little red but dry now, red cape swaddled around her shoulders, leaving the alcove of the bed itself exposed and her body - her cast - hidden. She stares at him, a little in shock, or something like it, unwilling or unable or simply not cogent enough to answer with the right pattern of knocks.]