She's half asleep at best, and the sound of his voice brings her jolting back to awareness.

"Gabriel?" It comes out hushed, here in this hospital room where the only sounds are breathing and the low whirr of monitoring machines and the occasional mutter of a guard. It'll be another ten or twenty minutes before another nurse comes by.

But, no, he's awake -- drugged, yes, and bandaged and rasping, but awake, and her heart lifts to see it.

"Morning, xin gan," she murmurs with a smile, clasping his hand in both of hers now.