Things were gradually getting easier. Peter had helped, a lot, especially in helping her actually get some sleep. But still, every now and then, Faith had a moments when she'd forget and strain her her muscles moving the wrong way. She was just working on some kicks and doing just that when Heather came in.
"Ow," Faith scowled. "And hey," the scowl became a wry grin. "Not used to this yet. How are you?"
She moved to shift some stuff off the chair in her room, waving Heather in.