"I can't remember the last time I had what most people would call a good night's sleep," she replied conversationally, looking down at Cian as he looked back up at her almost curiously. He had no idea who she was, and Heather had to figure he knew she was a stranger. But at least he was content, or he seemed to be. That was good. "Even before I came here."
Seeing Tonks exiting the bathroom and approaching her once again, she glanced down at the other woman's side as if she could see the wound through her shirt. She couldn't, of course, but it was a subtle display of concern that she couldn't help.
"Dumb luck, I guess," she said quietly at Tonks' comment about Cian. "Either way, it's a good thing."