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It's been a busy month. Maybe there's a couple people who need a chat tonight?

Fortunately, there's a circle of chairs, with drink and cake.

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"Then I hope he felt badly enough about it to let the insubordination pass this once."

The look she gave him clearly indicated she didn't care either way. "Two months in Outworld, ten months trying to convince him of the Outworld threat, convincing him and the others I'm not mad, convince myself I'm not mad. All of this and then the Outworld threat catching the military off guard because there was no 'proof'-I'd say it's agreed he fucking deserved it."

Sonya leaned back in the chair, her words carrying an underlying anger that she wasn't sure would ever settle. "Also I had five weeks enforced paper work because of my injuries-arguably a trade off."

One of the reasons she was so relieved to be giving a clear all by the doctor.

He nods, watching her.

"You do look better."

She shrugged. "Six weeks is the average time it takes to heal from things." Plus she had several people guarding her like a hawk so it wasn't as those she had much of a choice.

"There was a memorial service some weeks ago, to honor those who'd fallen." She took a deep breath, partially because she could, and because the memory still left a mark. "I..I have to confess, part of me didn't want to attend, I couldn't..half of my platoon was killed in the war. I wasn't sure I could face their families, knowing what I knew and how the men might've still been alive if we took action sooner."

If they'd been better prepared, if they had a been better suited. Deep down, Sonya was aware that no one knew if they'd make it out alive, but a part of her wondered-hoped-that the casualty list would've been shorter if they did. How could she face the surviving family members knowing that?

"That", he reminds her, "wasn't in your power. And some of the survivors may be survivors because of you."

She nodded. "I know. The officer in me is fully aware of this." It was what she told herself over and over when the nightmares got too bad. "But..the rest of me can't stop the 'what ifs'."

She hated the 'what-ifs': they were distracting and a waste of energy, but they kept coming. "I did attend the memorial, and I'm glad I did, but I kept silent the entire time, even though they gave me the option to speak. I was worried that if I said even one word, everything would come out." And that was the last thing people wanted to hear when in mourning.

Cadfael nods.

"Perhaps that was wise. There are better times and places for everything to come out."

"Dr. Bloom gave me some breathing exercises to focus on." She said. "Those were hard enough to do with my ribs as they were." Yet the pain was almost a relief, giving her something to focus on besides the mental pain.

"I hope you didn't do your ribs further damage", he says with a glance at them that's more involuntary than expecting to see anything.

She shook her head. "I was home for a week after the memorial, and it was light duties after." She attempted a smile. "My reputation as a bad patient is well known-pretty much everyone was watching me like a hawk."

Something that was both annoying and flattering at the same time. Plus, no one called her crazy anymore.

"I know all too well how it can chafe for an active person to be limited", he says briskly. "But I'm glad you were sensible about it."

"They know it too." She said, an amused grin on her face. "There's always one male nurse hired to also act as security if I'm restricted to a hospital room." Which was less about her being sensible and more like she had no choice.

"Has it ever come to that?"

"A few times." She admitted. "Usually when I'm suffering from bad burns or arm injuries." She paused. "Actually, they set one when I was recovering from a busted leg, but that was probably caution on their part."

Just as well. Even when a busted leg she doubted she'd stay by if she could help it. "I never liked clinics..the sounds from patients." And being confined if she could help it.

"Yes", he agrees quietly. "People in pain are never easy to listen to."

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