"Feel like stretching out my wings a little," she explained with an easy smile. "Sometimes it seems like they're cramping up if I don't use them enough. Which might just be my imagination, 'cause there aren't any muscles or things like that in them to make them cramp. I don't think. Maybe I should ask Dr. McCoy about that."
She paused for a moment to consider her own words before shaking her head to force the thought away. There was time later to think about that. Glancing back over at Victor, biting her lip slightly in a moment of uncertainty as she asked, "How've you been doing?"
Any other time, it would have been an innocent, unremarkable question. One that was common in any conversation. But after all that had happened, there was more of a weight to the question, a weight she could not quite keep out of her tone. The captivity had been terrifying for her. Even though she was sure that Victor hadn't gone through the exact things as her, whatever he had dealt with wouldn't have been good. She wanted him to be recovering, just like she was recovering.