"I'm one step ahead of you," she answered as she pulled the sweat pants on, pausing just long enough to scoot forward on the chair and make sure her feet were securely under her before standing up and pulling them the rest of the way up. She let the blanket fall off her shoulders as she tied the drawstring around the waist. She should have known Storm would think of everything, and would pack the drawstring ones.

She looked up, fully expecting him to be watching her with barely-restrained concern, ready to jump to her side at the first sign of weakness. She felt pretty good, all things considered. Definitely stronger than earlier.

"So what's one step up from 'death warmed over'? Because I think I've achieved that."