The princess scoffs at or something and taps at something on her wrist. "Everything looks very good," she tells Sharon, who leans slightly back into Bucky's touch, feeling like she must be losing her mind. "Would you like to try standing up?"

Sharon can't see a reason not to; she feels like standing up is the least of what she could do right now, despite the fact that she'd caught a bullet in the spine less than a day ago. She swings her legs over the side of the bed and pushes herself to standing, shivering as her bare feet come in contact with the floor. "Okay," she says, and looks at the princess. "What next, cartwheels?"