"Little things to fill the time. Stitching up my clothes, practicing with locks, playing games of cards with myself. Reading until the words blur in front of me," one hand points to the shelves, the whole reason she's here in the first place. "Before I hurt myself and something had happened I could climb as high as I liked, run around the battlements until it was nothing but the wind and my heart pounding, you stop thinking about your head and it's just what the next step is, where your foot goes, how far you need to reach."

Obviously that's out, and most of the books in her quarters are things she needs to study from so trying to distract herself with those is upsetting because she feels like she's falling behind, even if Sister Nightingale just wants her to get better and to listen to the healers.

"You find things, find people. But there are times you have to be by yourself and just breathe because being around them makes you want to scream, no?"