"Don't worry Cinder, you're doing fine. Just relax, ok?"

Holy shit this is a disaster. This is a disaster wrapped in a catastrophe. Bake at 375 degrees for 15 minutes, arrive at hospital room. Jesus Christ, what is she doing? This poor kid! Corporate espionage steals her arms and legs and then she goes and gets grafted to the Fuck You Test Limbs without anybody explaining [i]that[/i] to her and THEN they go and saddle her with this third rate knockoff mentor figure to

Rrrrrrgh!

No. She's getting ahead of herself. Euna isn't anybody's warden or teacher or, or... whatever the hell else. Not just yet. But still, jesus. Fuck. There's so much to say, so many horrifying implications to work through and she's been talking to this girl for... how long now? And she hasn't even managed to break the ice! Guh. Should've sent Sasha. Should've sent the Commander, like they did for her. Should've... just... anything else. Anybody else!

Euna takes a deep breath that she hopes is at least stealthy. Ok, ok, easier questions, easier questions... come on, Errant, you're doing this for her. Do it for that look she had on her face when you walked in the door. Her arm half twitches toward the bed, but she stops herself. Right now, there's nowhere she can touch Cinder that would have any meaning. Any value. 

She fights to keep the frown off her face.

"Ok, how about, uh... actually, you know what? Let's forget about my questions for now. Is there anything [i]you[/i] want to talk about? Anything you want to ask?"

That's too soon, you idiot! That's much too soon. Errant cracks her neck, and braces herself for what comes next.