"Eva, hi." A small smile to go with a voice that no longer was as cracked and dry as it had been, just one of the many small signs that he was indeed, doing better. He pushed himself up a bit and pushed the table on wheels aside a bit. But then it felt awkward and he wasn't sure how to get past that particular hurdle. Her brother was still missing in action and there had been that airstrike. They had loved to announce that, as if it had been the end of the 'game'. He guessed they'd proved them wrong. Small victories.
"How ... How are you?" He figured it was better to start there. To start small. But then he patted the bed. She was welcome to sit if she wanted to.