Every day since they had brought him in, Vaan had been the first patient Yuna checked in on. His vitals had stabilized, and all things considered, he had been doing well. Since the amputation, she had all but insisted on being the one to check on his dressings, changing them herself without help whenever she could get away with it.

She had been there the night he had arrived -- grateful that Kidd had already chosen to use the time magic on him, even though he had lost so much blood already. His brachial artery had been shredded, like a monster had somehow gotten a hold of his arm...

Yuna knew nothing more of the story than what his injuries had told her. His room was close to her desk, and the sounds of voices roused her from the paperwork that wasn't getting done -- pulling her to the doorway. As she looked in, her mismatched eyes immediately went to the young man in the bed. "Vaan..." she paused, gaze drifting over to Bonnie, who she knew had been holding vigil at his bedside when she could -- then back to the patient again. "Um. How... are you feeling?"