Silence is fine, relatively speaking. At least she's not showing her teeth. It's been a very long time since Blue used to do that thing of trying to make herself as small as possible -- as though she might disappear for a while, and no one would have to see her in a vulnerable state -- but it's become a common sight over the last month or so. Who can blame her?

Owen steps over the beads and joins her by the window. Gwen had meant well, absolutely, and a technique like that would be very useful under different circumstances, but minute busywork would only frustrate Blue eventually even at her best. Activity was his firm recommendation, but the healing process kept that to a minimum at first, and even after that she couldn't manage it for very long either. Sitting with his back against the glass gives her some space, but remains within a few feet of her, close enough that it would take very little effort on her part to approach him, and likewise little on his to move closer if she wanted him to do so. He's not expecting anything, it's simply a strategic action; he's here to offer her something beside his presence.

"You want to tell me how you're feeling today?"