She takes in another breath and lets it out in a sigh. She's starting to learn how to regulate her breathing so she doesn't always cough on an exhale, but her throat still feels tight and raw. Her back, however, is feeling much better, and by extent she's feeling at least a fraction more comfortable.

Turning her head slightly, she gives him a bit of a crooked smile at that thought. It was a good thought, but like she said; she had no regrets. It was all part of who she was - scars and all. "That's a lot of regret, my friend."