Hearing Poitr's voice the girl woke up slowly, yawning and rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. "Good morning Poitr." She responded sleepily, not exactly fully awake just yet. She did notice that Poitr had came over, like he promised, and that there was nobody else in the room just yet. To her, that was perfectly good.

She liked being around him. With Poitr, she didn't have to pretend about who she was, in order to stay alive, and not to mention, he actually had saved her life. There was nobody she'd be safer with than with him, and she knew that. She just quietly hoped that he could stay for at least a while. The hospital was less scary place when he was with her. Smiling, the little girl hugged him again.