He isn't pressing. He isn't pushing. There's just a soft support that Claire is getting from Zuko, and it's one of the most comforting things yet she's had while in the clinic. Maybe, she thinks silently to herself, maybe in the near future, there will come a time when Claire feels comfortable telling Zuko about her past. Comparatively, though, she hasn't known him that long, so she can't help but feel that the time isn't right quite yet, that there's reason to hold off while she gets to know him for him. Something that she should be able to better do now, Claire tells herself hopefully, now that she isn't so focused on the matter of what she is or what she can do. The smile tugging on her lips is faint, but the thing that's striking about it is that it isn't fading. Not for now.

"Believe me, I want to heal as much as anyone else would," Claire assures with a nod, hand patting very gingerly against the bandages around the side of her ribcage. "They kind of itch, and everything is sore. But okay. I'll even be good about sleeping when the lights go out. Hopefully we can get started sooner rather than later."