[Yeah.]

She really doesn't seem all right, as much as she's trying to avoid any indication that she's not.

[Okay.]

[Are you all right?]

[--I don't like accidentally hurting people with my powers.]

[I'm fine. You didn't hurt me.] And she does seem better, now; calmer, more centered.

[...I'm glad. It looked like I had.]

[I don't know what you need.]

[--I don't understand what you mean.]

[I don't- you're- you're doing things for a reason, I don't know why.]

[...You could have died where we found you.]

She curls up tight. [Yeah.]

[But that doesn't tell me what you need.]

[I need to be the kind of person who helps people.]

Her heart rate kicks up a notch, though there's no other indication that she's upset. [Okay.]

[Actually helps people, not whatever passed for it where you were.]

[Okay.]

She doesn't believe it, not even slightly.

That's reasonable. Depressing, but reasonable. 

She seems ...content... to stay curled up like that, for now.

Okay.

She relaxes, slightly, over a few minutes. Watches them.

Edie goes back to her book.

That's fine.

Good.

Yup.

After a few hours, she asks for something to eat again - she still claims not to care what - and after another few hours she goes back to sleep.

They feed her, and at the appropriate hour they go to sleep, curled up together in Edie's bed. 

If she has more nightmares, she's very quiet about it.