"Maybe you could tell headmistress Ramsey? She might be able to talk to SHIELD and get it back for you." Dolemeck felt bad. His family was gone, and that was something he clearly cherished. "It does not hurt to ask her, Ilya."

There was a small sigh, feeling Ilya's fingers trace over some of the scars on his back. Despite the fact they were all surgical, they appeared quite large and ugly looking.

"I do have my bad days, Ilya." He hated to admit that. "I have days I feel sorry for myself, frustrated I cannot walk or run, even like I am bringing others down. My therapy group says those feelings are normal, and it is okay to have them. But I should focus on what I can do, now. Not what I cannot do."

He turned back, smiling at him.

"So, did this pink stuffed horse have a darker pink mane, and some balloons on it's hind quarters?" He was curious and just had to ask.