Nancy can hear the nurse down the hall. that, and Fagin playing the role of old man, saying how it was wrong to hit him. Nancy blocked it out, closing a swollen eye against it until she heard the door to her room open. She could tell it was Eames, even without the ability to sense magic.

so she doesn't say anything or even open her eyes until she can feel him next to her. Then she opens her green eyes, both smeared with the remnants of her makeup, one swollen half-shut. he's going to tell her he told her so. or revoke his protection, she fears. But when he speaks, touches her, it's with the same gentleness that Fagin had used minutes before.

She swallows.

"'m fine," she lies. "Got some stitches, broke my wrist. they found an old fractured rib." from the last fae to attack her. "and they're trying to get my red blood cells up." she wasn't going to tell him that she fell. not right away. if he asked, sure, but that was useless. he knew what had happened- the fight in the hall had been enough.

so the best option was to not talk about herself. "how'd you hear so fast? or is that part of the protection? you just know?"