Serena's not about to go anywhere. She's not sure she could if she tried. She needs food and then probably an escort back to her room, though that's something she's not ready to admit aloud.

She can't figure out when or how she went from a miraculous woman who tamed eagles to a helpless single mother, relying on the kindness of strange doctors with stranger senses of humor.

"Thank you," she says, starting on the sandwich. It's cold and bland but it's better than nothing. "I'm Serena."