Physical therapy. She moves her lips to repeat the words, though she doesn't actually know what it entails. She'll need to look it up later.

She turns his hand towards her, watching it carefully, reaching out to gently touch the palm of his hand where the wound had been. It doesn't open, nor does it give any indication that it might be an illusion.

"What are the components of it?" she wonders, ignoring Vincent. He has his questions for his reasons, she has her's for her own.