Out and about? ( Red lifts her eyebrows at the answer because it's kind of vague. Then again this place is fucked up, and maybe she's trying to keep busy how ever she can. No judgement either way. She's been staying in, trying to- trying to figure out how to process emotions, feeling stuck under the weight of them, drinking and sleeping and smoking. Very helpful. In truth, it's the first time in her existence she's been physically hurt in a way that mattered, and so she just hasn't really thought about how to deal with it. Everything in the Underworld healed pretty quick, and it's not like she ever got injured down there as it was until the end. )

Oh. Better, but yeah, I'd like that. You don't have to get it now. Like I said, I'm better. As long as I don't bump into anything on my side, I'm okay, but that would help. ( Or run or really twist her body too much, but she's seated now, watching Hermione's expression: that sheepish apology of hers.

And she wonders what on Earth she'd be apologizing for. She reaches a hand out to rest it against her arm, squeezing it gently, trying to say it's okay and thank you even though words are hard. Her own smile is soft. )

You have introduced me to the beauty of tea.