"Right, yeah, immune system." She smiles weakly, tight and fake, shoving her emotions down with such force that it physically pains her to hold back the anxiety but she doesn't get to fall apart in front of Cassian anymore, she gave up that privilege. "Full recovery sounds good."

She drags the blankets back up, folds her hands over them, ignoring the shooting pain from the pressure on her abdomen. She's fine. If she wills it so, it will be so or whatever bullshit mantra Chirrut would say about mindfulness and being present.

"Thank you. For coming. You don't have to stay, I'll be fine." Her voice does not sound like she will be fine, thin and high and broken, breaths short and shallow, but she is trying so hard not to put anything else on Cassian, she's already done enough. "I really appreciate it, I'll be alright. You can-- you don't have to stay or call anyone or anything. But thank you."