Charlotte's Treatment, Logging back in.
Arthur exhaled, leaning back in his chair as the silence settled back into the room. He glanced over at Charlotte, who was staring out the window again, her delicate hands resting on the blanket covering her legs.
"Hey," he said softly, breaking the quiet. "How are you feeling?"
She turned her head toward him and raised her hands, signing slowly. 'I'm fine. Are you okay?'
Arthur paused for a moment, caught off guard by her concern. Forcing a small smile, he said.
"I'm good, I'm feeling very well."
Charlotte didn't look entirely convinced, but she nodded slightly and turned her gaze back to the window.
Arthur stood, stretching his legs and glancing around the room. "You know," he said casually, trying to lift the mood, "after today, you'll officially be on the road to recovery. That's a pretty big deal, don't you think?"
Charlotte's lips curved into a faint smile. She nodded again but didn't respond further.