Alison’s voice still wasn’t sounding right, just as Rictor’s hadn’t sounded normal when he had first woken up in the infirmary. He couldn’t quite define the tone that was used, the emotion or cause behind it, so Shatterstar tried to not think about it. He thought of other things. Her question, the fact that he wasn’t being clear enough to understand, and so he rephrased himself to correct it.
“I think we are the only ones who are healing,” he said slowly, his eyes flickering away from his friend only momentarily to the direction of where Bobby was being kept. His blue and white eyes were back on her, taking in her own injuries. He’d likely heal before she would, even though he had been closer to the blast. Shatterstar tried to stay focused, though. He tried to not let his thoughts carry away and he continued speaking, “Bobby- he is broken ice, I think. And Jean was not injured, but I do not remember seeing her since waking. And Jono, he is...”
‘Star trailed off. He didn’t know how to describe what he had heard of Jono’s condition. After a momentary pause, he went with, “He is how he was before.”