Mostly? She wonders if he means besides the wound she saw him with outside the front gate of her house. Or maybe he means his mind and not his body. She saw men damaged in that manner too.

"It's a lovely home," she replies, because it's true and it feels like the thing to say. "Your mother is so friendly and hospitable. And she says your brother's at school." She pauses, wondering what she's even doing now. Words are just pouring out of her mouth.

"Why didn't you write back to me?"

Just pouring out without a filter.