"Hope so," she says with lightly wry amusement to cover how sincere the sentiment is. Rae takes his hand with her left, and moves to stand up.

It's not easy. Certain movements and pressures are strongly discouraged by her injured body, but she soon works around those to stand on the cold infirmary floor. She stands with a slight wince, most of her weight on her uninjured right foot to spare her sprained left ankle - you never realize how much you move your ankle until it hurts to do so.