[The light isn't quite good enough for her to see much anyway, but she looks away for the sake of his modesty and moves off of the bed herself. When she hears the shift of him moving into his wheelchair, she turns back to watch him, casually adjusting the strap of her dress since it had been shifted by her movement on the bed.

With a small nod she leads him out of the room; the hallways are dark as well,
and she pulls her tablet from her bag to illuminate the path while still obscuring herself. It isn't until they're outside that the moonlight really makes it obvious what she's been up to. She's still in day clothes - her dress muddy and frayed in some places, her tights ripped in ways that betray little claw marks around her shins. Her hair had shifted from a braid to a ponytail during the day, and there are scratches all over face and arms.
Even a bruise on her shoulder that seems both recent and very painful.]

I wanted to tell you about what I found in the woods. Just... without disturbing your roommates. There's a lot to tell you, and- I'm rather excited about it, it was rather... thrilling.

[She'd never seen real, honest-to-god combat before, and... even if it was against a very weak enemy, she still feels excited in a kiddish way. Almost like she's back to being a kid, dreaming of being a soldier.]