Well, everything was so upsetting when I first got here, I just didn't think about it at all. And then - [Setsuna hunches in on herself, some, eyes darting side to side for a minute, as she catches her breath and forces it steady.]

You must have arrived afterwards. That's probably good, it was an awful thing, anyway. I've been recovering from ... an attack, in the Rig hospital, for ... I guess it's been a few months, now. Rose Tattoo ... I had to have a few surgeries, and was ... they said I was comatose, for a while, and that they had to keep me that way for longer, for my safety. They said I was lucky ... [She trails off, looking very young, very small, and very haunted.] I almost permanently lost the use of my legs, I'm told.

[She smiles weakly, papering over the unhappiness she feels about Jorgmund doing more "operations" on her with an effort at sincere relief.] Good thing they've learned a few interesting ways to put the Stuff to some actually good use, huh?

I've been recovering with ... therapy, for a while, since then. But they wouldn't let me risk exerting myself till I'd met ... [A little shrug. A small, faintly embarrassed smile.] The requisite physical qualifications, just this week. So even if I'd wanted to dance, I wouldn't have been allowed to.