"Kind of. She said her ears won't stop ringing. Her speech is… slurred. Weird. Like she's drunk, almost," Elya says with a sigh.
"What did the surgeon say?" you ask.
"Said it's… hopefully temporary." Elya pauses to collect her thoughts. "Arthur Hornraven… how do you cope with death?"
Elya nods and opens her mouth to speak, but she forms no words.
She clears her throat repeatedly. It seems as if she's holding back tears. "I'm losing everyone… faster than I can make peace with. First Dad. Then Belos. Vedran betrayed me. Now Mom might be dying."
She pauses for a moment, trying to collect herself. "My life was entirely upended. And almost everyone I know is dead, dying, or wanting me dead."