Re: Savannah/Eliot
"Westin's still alive, ain't he?" Eliot joked - sort of - in response. "April's been overly helpful, but that's the type of woman she is and it'd be wrong to beat her off with the cane she got for me."
He took another drink, then turned the glass in his hand, pondering her bone structure (literally). "I don't know what's going to happen next, after I'm better at getting around without banging into things. I can still fight, which is what I'm good at anyway, but everything else..."
He didn't like to think about it, choosing to take each day at a time with this change. The number of things he might not be able to do again was high and depressing if he dwelled on it. His smile got a bit forced but he was honest in his response. "When you get back, ask again. Right now, this is your day, Cinderella. What is it you wish?"