Better is a word for it, she supposes, no longer slowly sliding towards death is the truth of it. But since that can never be anyone's knowledge, she nods slowly. "Well enough, now, and hope to be so soon. It seems I... needed a respite."

Which is the easiest way of saying what it was to spend long unconscious hours after he and Washington had done the best to keep her moving, keep her awake and not slip until she was safe too.