Faith opened her eyes really slowly, and winced at the sudden bright light. She felt beat. When she and Black had come in with Mal earlier, she'd barely let them stitch her up before she'd headed out with him again to slay some more reavers, the consequence being that when it was finally over, she'd all but collapsed against the wall, and only dimly remembered being dragged back here to rest. Now, the lights were way too bright for the splitting headache she had. She groaned softly.
"Man, if I'm going to wake up with this much of a headache, I'd at least want to be partying the night before," she muttered, but turned her head around her to see if there was anyone to grin at. Her eyes fell on Mal, still unconscious, and her grin turned into a frown as her eyes moved over to Jaime. "How's he doing?" she asked gently.
She was starting to become aware of other injuries. A tightness in her legs that was just sore muscles, which she always got after a good night of slayage, tight, and somewhat bloody bandages wrapped over her right arm from where the reavers had been tearing at her, and a couple of other various scratches that were less severe and thus left uncovered that covered her face and neck. Mal just had the one square of bandage over his right eye, and what appeared to Faith to be a cast over his left leg. She wondered if he'd broken or sprained it, in addition to losing a chunk of it, and winced slightly at the memory before turning her gaze back to Jaime.
Part of her wondered if Black had been in to see her, but she doubted it. Not that she cared.