And of course, he was right about the worrying, but to her credit, she didn't dissolve into flailing concern all over him. Instead she just lost all of the blush color and a little extra and stared at him a moment getting her thoughts back in a coherent line. Finally she said slowly, "I hadn't been paying that much attention to the Network, but I did gather there was something odd going on. And you were acting strangely, but I figured whatever it was would wear off, and you wouldn't tell me where you were going. He, um, cornered you, I suppose, and you overreacted, thinking he was after you in a quite different way?"

Her forehead furrowed at the mention of an electro-mag rod, and she shot an alarmed and suspicious look at his thigh. When she next spoke, her voice was flat. Probably hiding a distinct fear for him. "He shot you twice."

Sheska took a deep breath and for a moment, she wasn't sure if she was going to cry, yell, or do something completely different. As it was, she removed her glasses, rubbed her hands over her face, and exhaled a slow, shaky breath. She had promised him no lectures. If she just kept repeating that to herself, maybe it would make it true. She couldn't pretend everything was ok with this, though, and wound up keeping her hands over her face when she next spoke. "Um... How long are you going to be healing?"

She nodded with a small noise of acknowledgment and looked at him through her fingers. "You two aren't going to try and hurt each other as soon as you're back on your feet, are you?"

She nodded understanding, keenly aware of his hands on hers but carefully not looking (or squinting, as there was no way she could bring herself to separate right now) at them. "I should hope so. I don't blame him for being angry at this Desai person, but if she really is who they say she is, there is going to be more security around her... You won't let him go after her, will you?" She wasn't feeling particularly charitable toward Reno at the moment, but she didn't want to think about the repercussions of a failed assassination attempt. As it was, with him announcing his enmity on the Network like that there were probably already agents set to keep an eye on the Turks.

She returned the smile with a wry, "So says the man with two wounds, rather than one. Maybe you should ask Aeris-san to do that." She could have kicked herself. Here she was supposed to be keeping him cheerfully a-bed, and he was reassuring her.

She curled her hand loosely, slipping her glasses back on with the other hand. "I haven't heard from Elena in a while... Is she all right? She and Reno seemed to be getting along well at the breakfast the other day." For a moment she had the insane notion of never washing that hand again, but dismissed it as silly and ridiculously childish. ... But she did cup the one hand in the other as though it were a precious, breakable object, and watched his face.

She looked at him, puzzled. What was it with people being intentionally vague the last few days? "Well... I'm glad she's all right. I think she had been a bit lonely, when she was living with me. Though this was, perhaps, more excitement than she really wanted."

She sighed. "I must say, I'm getting about as wary and tired of these strange events as Reno is." At the rattle of pills, Sheska eyed the bottle. "... Xiaowen... Those are your prescription, not Rufus' aren't they?"

A tenseness she didn't know that she'd had eased from her shoulders and neck and she didn't quite sigh in relief. "Oh good. Even having worked around alchemists and having read alchemy texts, I still don't know half of what goes into those things. Putting large amounts of things you can't pronounce into your bloodstream has always seemed a little uncomfortable to me. But when the pain is so great that you can't sleep and let the body get on with healing..." She shook her head. Thinking of Rufus lead her into wondering if Tseng had been going to see him, but surely not, if he had thought the Turks were after him. "If you don't mind me asking, where were you going to run off to? Not to Midgar...?"

"Well, if you're only a day late, and you didn't go, it wouldn't be impolite... You didn't use it, after all, so you should be able to get your money back. I could go down there for you, if you like, since you shouldn't get out of bed." She offered, cocking her head with a smile.

"They may not return the money if they realize that was you, but it's always worth trying." She stood smoothly, making her way to the dresser and lifting the bill fold. She held it up for verification before opening it and gently extracting the ticket. She tried not to pay attention to the other things in the wallet - they were none of her business. She set the wallet back where it had been and brought it back over, setting the tote bag full of books next to his bedside table. "I'll run over there tonight before they close and see if I can't get a refund for you. I don't know if I could leave this place. Not right now, anyway. Is there some place you'd like to exchange it for, if they won't return the money?"