"It always comes back," she murmured, her voice low and mournful. She reached out, taking his hand in her blood blood-covered own, using his help to pull herself up to stand. She seemed unsure on her feet, swaying a bit.
The fact that she was even involved in a two-way conversation, even if it was disjointed, was a huge step forward. Before, she hadn't heard anything people had been saying to her. Malakai had broken though that wall, at least.