Over the past week, Harley would come in to check on the patient, but most of his updates came via Lucy. He never spent too much time, acutely aware of her discomfort at her presence. Usually, he brought breakfast and sat eating his food with the newspaper until he'd finished, whether or not Ayame ate while he was present well...
Lucy frowned upon this practice, but Harley hoped it would get her used to him being around, and it allowed him to see for himself that she was healing. He always stayed on the opposite side of the room, quietly eating, and never forcing her to engage in conversation. When Harley had finished eating, the alpha would quietly leave the room, asking permission to have breakfast with her the next day. If at any point, Ayame declined his offer, then he would listen and stay away. He couldn't get much from her, but the fact that she offered him hello in the morning was a win in his book.
The past two days, Lucy had encouraged Ayame to walk up and down the hall. "Your muscles will weaken if you lie around all day," she insisted. Offering her arm up for support as she led Ayame around. Her patient was healing well, and for that, Lucy was grateful. After some discussion with Harley and Ayame, she decided that it would be good for the young woman to get out of the house into the sunshine and fresh air. It was surprising what a change of scenery could do for one's recovery.
There was... another concern, but Lucy had opted to keep that observation to herself for the time being. She'd suspected it in the beginning when Ayame first arrived, and she'd examined all of her injuries, but the changes in Ayame's body, too, indicated that there was more than just the average beating. It worried her, and Lucy was uncertain if Ayame was aware of what was happening. If all went well, it was a topic she would bring it up with the young woman this afternoon.
Shuffling into the room, she greeted Ayame with a warm smile. It did not matter that she couldn't see it. Lucy was a firm believer that you could hear a smile in a person's voice. Besides, seeing Ayame sitting up and waiting all on her own was cause for celebration. "You look ready to go," she hummed, coming over to give Ayame a quick examination. She checked the woman's heart rate and temperature, keeping with her habit of letting Ayame know what she was doing and when. "How are you feeling?"