"N-no," she blurts, like that offer is just a bridge too far. "No, no tea. I'm fine."

She is fine.

She starts to take off the sling, much as she wants to just rip it away, she manages to be careful, this scarf is so precious to Greta that she asked for it as one of her essentials from home, it - it shouldn't be used like this, not when she is fine.

"I don't need this. I'm okay." She drapes the thing in a pile beside her, easing her arm down to hang loose at her side, it won't move around much if she just holds her shoulder taut, doesn't look too wildly unnatural. She gets up, shoving herself awkwardly off the bed and to her feet. "I need to go out. Need to take a walk."