Stephanie could barely even turn her head to see who was there, but when she did, well, it was worth the pain and the embarrassment of being seen with tears in her eyes. She managed a small smile.

"Mi amor" She nearly whispered, her voice hoarse. Her face was more or less inviolate, except for a split lip, but on her arms were large dark bruises. And there was the way she couldn't help but wince slightly every single time she moved. Even breathing kind of hurt.