His gaze is a little less terrified than before, now that Mordred has explained a little of how hospitals work and he knows they're not sticking tubes in his arms in some kind of attempt to kill him. He's still sedated, though, because of the nightly screaming. Heavily, at the moment. His eyes struggle to focus on her, following after her movement in a kind of fuzzy adoration, like a puppy trying to keep track of its mama.