Ronan frowned again, uncertain if she'd understood, but there was little he could do otherwise. Her body resisted his attempts to heal it, and the diagnostics indicated that whatever else was going on, her body was healing itself. Her brain... he wasn't even going to begin to try to understand exactly what kind of damage had gone on there, and it was old enough damage that, he realised, she must survive well enough with it.

Still, he left the room, returning moments later with the novel he was reading. He sat down, not far from her bed, and began to read, close enough that if she became aware enough, she could ask for assistance.