[She was awake... his doing, perhaps? Hmm.

Well, there was no helping it now that she was already up. He stopped to stand at the side of her bed, an arm's length away - neither too closer nor too far. Just enough to look over her, and assess her condition.

His face was an impassive blank to match Vianca's, and for a moment he said nothing. An apology would do very little, so he did not verbalize one. It would just have to be conveyed by his presence.

Eventually, he spoke.]

...How do you feel?