Or, perhaps, finally, not so much, although the improvements were minute. Heavy lidded eyes were now somewhat aware once they opened, following the path of her hearing the day before. She couldn't distinguish what she saw, just blurs and colors and, in a few rare instances, shapes, like all she heard yesterday was noise without qualification, but it was still something, and she stared hard at the most prominent ones, as if some part of her still knew that it wanted to see them, wanted to understand what they were, but just....couldn't.

There was motion; dully, Adah's eyes caught onto it, seemingly ready to follow it until it caught the color of the flowers, and the focus shifted toward that, instead. So bright that it almost made her draw in a breath too long against the respirator's steady pace that it hurt.

Any trickle that managed to pass through was base, simple. Reflections of the few things that was being processed behind half-lidded eyes. Movement, but just the state of movement, nothing about what actual movement was being noticed. Colors, but not what the colors were, just that they were different from the ones next to them.