Boreas got out of his chair and started to range around the room, bouncing on the balls of his feet and reading all of the small print on all of the various medical devices in the room. "D'you want me to, I dunno, turn on the TV or something?"
Boreas stopped and looked at her. "I'll stay here if you want me to. I wouldn't want you to get bored by yourself. D'you want my tablet? You can go on the Internet or play a game or read a book or something."
Boreas, despite himself, cast a longing look in the direction of the door. "I would be willing to bet they're grilling the guy right now. I'd love to be there for that. How much longer until you think you'd be good to walk around? You should be there, too."