Myrtle was half dozing, with Aslan curled contently next to her. She had been having trouble sleeping, she was still on edge from everything that had happened, though Draco and Cressida had been a big help in that department. She’d sent Draco and Cressida both on errands, and while waiting for them had started to lull off in the quiet of the room, until she was vaguely aware of someone entering the room.
Myrtle pushed herself more into a sitting position, much to Aslan’s protests. Her body had protested too, she was too sore to do much, and her bones were not entirely regrown. Still, she took the strange womans hand and shook it. Myrtle raised an eyebrow at her, she had no idea who she was or why she was in her hospital room (let alone things like how did she know she was here, and how she’d known her name).
“Hi.” She said softly, still eyeing the woman. She didn’t know what else to say, and found herself watching the doorway for any sign of her more sociable sister. There was a vagueness in the strangers speech that vaguely reminded her of Fleur, but she didn’t think they looked an awful lot a like. “I'm fine. Why are you here?”