[It's finally starting to catch up to her sleep-addled mind that Bruno was well and truly scared for her.

Worry and fear are the same, ultimately, linked by close threads.

That's what's impressed upon her by his gentle touch and voice, and she's quiet again for a stretch. Which is hopefully not concerning to him, as her breathing is still at a steady, quicker rhythm than the incredibly sporadic breaths she took while asleep.

She's...pretty sure they've been worried for awhile, if it really has been weeks, because sleeping more than a day is already concerning. But weeks? Which is frustrating to think about, because she's been trying to do more, to make them worry less, only to abruptly be cut off by whatever happened to reduce her to this.

Instead of answering, she huffs, and tries to lift her head. It's not a quick affair, because of everything, it's her head and eyes that feel the heaviest – so she mostly succeeds in moving just enough to tuck a paw under her chin.]

I'm not...I don't think I was sick. Even now, I'm just...really drowsy.

[She blinks through bleary eyes. The squinting is improving, so Bruno can see more of the green of her irises and less of the black of her lashes.

Part of her wants to apologize, although that seems silly when she hasn't done anything. But more than that, she wants to reassure him.]

But I can move just fine. Give me a bit and I can get up and prove it.

[She's starting to sound much better too, in fact, if that assertion is anything to go by!]