Visiting Lil' Ol' Me? [Vee/Ehefra]

It was one of her better days, at least where she could actually concentrate on doing something. Splitting headaches didn't make doing anything apart from sleep in the dark very enjoyable, and to her luck her concussed skull decided not to be glowing in pain. Sure didn't distract from her various other sources of pain, but it meant she could distract herself at the very least.

Nothing good on TV, and all she had were books at her bedside, having gotten a quarter ways through one of her chapter books. She never expected visitors - she was just some newbie who's most establishing action so far was getting her ass beaten into the dirt. Sure, one or two comrades would come by, but it was always a brief checkup, she never had anyone actually come by to really see her. From what she could tell, Alastair was far worse off than she was, and she didn't really know Coordinator Copeland at all...

Thus, when she was asked by a nurse if she felt able to take a visitor today, she just gave her a gentle wave and nod, "Yeah, let them in... I'm awake enough."

Even if she felt it wouldn't have much beyond a quick check or something, it was better than sitting around in silence on her own.

Oh, it was Ms.Kleinmund. She'd really only seen her during the briefing before the mission, and thus she was a little surprised to see her visiting. However, she deduced that the woman probably had come by out of principle, rather than to see her personally. Any glimmer of joy laxed into whatever amount of professionalism she could muster,

"Physically, I am feeling a lot better," Vee would nod gently, "Apart from my wounded pride and worries i'll get a facial scar, i'm okay."

She hadn't noticed how young the woman looked, about as young as her, "But yeah. I kinda bit it."

Vee's expression withered a bit at Ehefra's attempt at making light of it. Even if she didn't enjoy the views she grew up with, having some pride in her natural beauty was one of the things she could do, but not if her nose ended up healing all messed up. Even so, she tried to save face, she couldn't be falling apart in front of a comrade, no matter how heavy her heart felt.

However, as Ehefra spoke, she couldn't help but feel that creeping sort of sadness begin to whelm her heart, visibly drooping, even her bright red hair draped across her shoulders hardly doing much to perk her appearance. Her shoulders were bunched, tightly clasping the book in her hands that she had gently closed,

"That's easy for you to say." She'd speak in a strained tone, "I've worked so hard to be able to do half of what the Quincy can, it feels like i've worked harder than anyone just to barely meet the start..."

She sniffled gently, frustration growing on her features, "I can't focus Reishi into wings, I can't break through an enemy's Blut, I can't even form my weapon properly to the point it hurts me..."

She'd close her eyes and shake her head, "I wanted to be a Quincy more than anybody else could, and I barely make it out of my first mission... I don't understand what's wrong with me..! Why can't I just work?"

Vee touched her bandaged nose, her lips turned down into a frown, "...Sure hope so."

Yes, she was frustrated. Even if it could be said she succeeded, the way it was attained felt like failure. Though, when Ehefra offered to check her out to figure out what could be the problem, her expression changed to a slight glimmer of hope - If she just knew what was stopping her... If she could just have an opportunity to figure out why her power didn't work right...

"That'd help, yeah." She'd speak while side eye-ing Ehefra, "..At least to know what could be wrong..."

Though the woman's latter remark of developing in peril only made her pull a confused expression, "In... Peril? I mean, I hadn't really been in a fight or even danger before.. My household didn't allow it after finding out I couldn't manipulate Reishi as well as my siblings."

Vee nodded along with Ehefra's elaboration - a little disappointed she'd have to wait, but it was better than not having any way to know. Having some path to improvement was better than feeling around the dark, or even more dreadful, giving up. She could hardly stomach the idea of coming this far only to turn back around at the first obstacle. She was frustrated, not a quitter.

However, she was rather surprised to hear the woman's explanation of what experiencing such danger and hardship can do to rouse one's abilities, which sure as hell was news to her. News she didn't know how to feel about, but news regardless,

"..So, you're telling me, that there's the tiniest bit of a possibility that because I was just that safe growing up, that my abilities just didn't really get much of a foot in until recently?"

There was a wash of irritation yet interest in her tone as she tried to rationalize what she was hearing to her own experiences, "Because, I dunno why, but I only really managed to form a weapon after I really wanted to come here."