"Sounds like a plan, Dr. Lecter. Supper, then I shall hobble my way to freedom," she smiles, wry. "Or semi-freedom."

Trading one bed for another, really, but having her wards between her and any potentially unwelcome visitors will be a good feeling. Though everyone has been very kind and supportive - some of which is evidenced by the stack of books and various groups of flowers by her bedside, there has still been a certain restless kind of boredom to being stuck in a hospital bed all day, especially once her head started to clear.