[Callisto is, for the most part, quiet. Every so often she shifts around on the floor, relieving some limb or another that she's been putting too much pressure on, and the occasional whimper or sigh escapes her - but for the most part she just lies there, staring up at the ceiling.]
I saw yours.
[She says at one point, completely out of the blue.]
no subject
I saw yours.
[She says at one point, completely out of the blue.]