From her vantage point, newly upright with a clear line of sight, Derrica is easily able to observe the trajectory of Richard's hand.

And since there is nothing objectionable in it, she holds her remarks until the work is done. Still squeezing Holden's hand, she nods to Richard. The last thing she really wants to be on her feet and moving, but what other option is there? Holden is hurt. She has to help him, in whatever way is possible.

"He can lean on my good side," she agrees, before pointing out, "Is there privacy?"

It seems unlikely, but Richard has been working in this tent. He'd know.