She hugs him.

Hug. 

He fixes his nerves and flinches.

A Dragon drone brings him assorted painkillers.

Then he can take them and see what they do and try to copy it. Which is complicated by the fact that one thing they do is make him loopy.

He spends the rest of the day working on that.

Lorica sits with him and works on turning a couple of Dragon's excess bots into Rete extensions. She writes a message to her dad. She eats. Dragon has a whole little hotely thing set up for human guests on this island and she can take a hot shower, which is amazing.

Ooooh. If he can figure out how to walk unaided he will also go take a hot shower. 

....maybe tomorrow.

Lorica emerges much refreshed with her hair in a towel wearing Dragon-provided clothes.

He is sitting up and keeping the opiate effects except the one where his brain readjusts itself to expect them all the time and the thing where he's loopy. It took some practice and some reading on the internet. "I think I should get some kind of assisted mobility device. Most of what's still wrong I haven't the faintest idea how to fix and meddling with my brain chemistry sort of takes all the attention I have for this."

"Like a cane or like a tinker suit or what?"

"Tinker suits're more maintenance, what do non-capes do in situations where capes'd have a tinker suit -"

"Wheelchair?"

"I'll try that."

Nod. "Manual or electric?"

"Whatever's easier. And less expensive, I suppose."

"Manual's cheaper but you need your arms working, are your arms working?"

Flop flop - "everything's working, just badly."

"I think pushing a chair is kinda laborious."

"Maybe give me two weeks reading about tissue damage and seeing how much I can do, and if I can't get much of anywhere then we can get an electric one?"

"Sure. I'm not totally sure they won't all have the microwave problem though."

"I can live with an opinionated wheelchair."

She giggles.

"I'm really glad you're okay."

"I'm glad you're okay too - I was worried on the flight here that you were so out of it you couldn't even register that we weren't stuck any more -"

"Could tell something was different, and then that we were flying."

Hug.