"Good," was her immediate response. It was the one she always gave, no matter what she was really feeling like, no matter who she was talking to. As soon as it slipped out, Helena turned a little sheepish. Now wasn't the time for niceties. "I'm well enough? I can't... I'm not entirely how I should be feeling. But everything's manageable. If something hurts, I stop doing it." She gave Gina a soft smile.
"And if that doesn't work, I ask for more painkillers. They certainly help things." Despite her light tone there was an edge of uncertainty to it, and with the searching look in her eyes it was easy to see she was checking if her answer was acceptable. She was being honest, but still there was shades of her restrained self. Blatantly expressing her own discomfort never sat well with Helena, even when she was in an environment or situation that would deem such complaints acceptable.