She watched, somewhat perplexed as he took a seat beside her. She was tempted to tell him that if he wasn't careful he'd get stains on his trousers, but she could already anticipate his response. Instead, Galinda remained quiet until he spoke.
Her laugh was a sharp crack, far from humorous. While she felt almost completely numb to the situation, if she looked just beyond that she knew she would find anger simmering, ready to boil over. "I haven't been okay in a long time. I thought I was. This year was good, you know?" Or maybe he didn't, Galinda was often so focused on proving that she was well that she isolated herself, "Better than I've been in a long time, at any rate. Now this." She gestured vaguely. How was she supposed to come back from this blow?