[The slam of the door is startling, causing her to pale fingers to tightly grip at the bedclothes beneath her, blackened eyes snapping towards the door as she struggles to prop herself up once more— slower this time, and while her head still swims, it doesn't knock her off-balance. The face that appears is a familiar one, and she exhales slowly, forcing herself to relax as best she can— whatever that's worth in this situation.]

Ferran?

[Her voice sounds wrong, even to her. Tired and worn-thin, frayed at the edges, and she swallows hard. She doesn't know what's going on with her at the moment, why she feels the way she does, but she's grateful to have awakened to be greeted by a friend, silent though he is.]

What... happened? The last thing I remember is—

[Right. She had already started to ask about that.]

Did we get Minato back safe? There were shadows, everywhere...