At that nod, she takes up a perch on the edge of his bed. Derrica is careful with her encroachment. Even with the many repairs that have been visited upon Richard between the scorched stone floor he'd been peeled from and now, she knows that jostling him would be unappreciated. Too much of him is still injured

"I know you're still hurt," Derrica tells him. "But I wanted to know if you're alright. After what happened."

After almost dying, she is delicately not saying.

A question in which she hopes alright registers beyond just the physical. Is Richard okay?