Fiora winces and smiles at the same time, an expression of regret.

"Oh, no," she begins quickly, "please, don't feel bad. I'm alright, I promise. Feeling bad will just make me feel bad about you feeling bad," she adds with an uncomfortable laugh.

"There were a few others like me back home, but not that many. But it's not a big deal - I haven't seen any of them here so far, that's for sure."

She shifts her weight to one leg and daintily puts her hands behind her back. "Really, I'm fine."

It's easy not to feel so sorry for yourself when you're thankful just to be alive.