Though still impossibly weak and wracked with pain now and then from her injuries, Jessalyn was permitted to leave the Halls of Healing under strict orders to stay off her feet and rest as much as possible for the next few days. She's now wrapped up in a cocoon of blankets upon the couch in her quarters, too restless to sleep. The baby's cradle has been moved so it sits beside the couch, and she has one foot stretched out to rock it back and forth while she reads a datapad she holds in her hands. For a while, anyway. Unable to focus, she sits up straighter and reaches for her glass of tea, taking a sip and trying to gather up the courage to have the conversation with Paul that they've both been avoiding. Courage is kind of hard to come by right, though, so she starts off with something les