Understatement, indeed. Riley finally pulled her attention from Will, eyes landing on the floor. The steadiness of the deep breath she drew actually shocked her- she didn't exactly feel steady, hadn't since her father's concert. But it was a decent enough showing, a reminder that she was in fact fine. Well, if not fine, healing at least. And so much of that had to do with Will (and Wolfgang, and the others, but...)
Realizing she hadn't actually voiced a reassurance, Riley nodded, slow but again surprisingly final. "I know. I'm sorry," So much of what they had gone through was because of her past, the bruised places on her heart drawn out and put on display. Immediately, all the well-intentioned bullshit her friends had given her over the years came back to the fore of her mind. She was a survivor, she'd made it through a terrible ordeal, she couldn't hold that against herself. But what good was experience if all it was going to do was keep putting those she loved in danger?
But it was a danger they'd already faced together, and for the moment defeated. Will was here. Awake, moving, one again looking at her like she personally painted the sky blue. She might not have been a fighter in the traditional sense, but she did have her own sense of strength. If the best way to use it was for that optimism Wolfgang accused her of, then that was what she'd do.
"I'm doing better. Not exactly how I planned on seeing America, but it's a start." It was like Sun had said- they were safer here then where they'd been, for all they knew. "The town is beautiful. Quieter than I expected," Most of what she'd seen of America came from movies. Giant urban landscapes that were always covered in light, like London. This reminded her so much more of her actual home in Iceland. It was (possibly deceptively) peaceful. "They have apartments for us. You... heard the talk?" She had to assume a doctor would have told him.