She stopped bouncing and testing the healed joint long enough to really look at Hanatarou. "You're not fine. You're beat." Had he come all this way while ill or injured himself? That didn't seem wise at all. Were they that short on healers? Had Hanatarou not mentioned an injury to Homura?

Oh. The conservation of energy. Whatever had healed her had come from somewhere, and it looked like that somewhere was, inexplicably, a direct transfer from Hanatarou's ability to keep his eyes open.

"You can lie down if you want; I'll wake you up when," she ran through the bulletin post in her head, looking for the name, "when Kenren gets here."