[It takes a moment - everything feels so slow now - but she does eventually lift her head at the sound of a child's voice. Dimly, she recalls this is the boy who had cried so loudly at the end of the first week, and that memory stirs something within her, though it's buried deep under everything else.
no subject
She shakes her head once.]
No, I... I am not hurt. Merely... tired
[A half-truth.]