Aqua had admitted herself to quarantine as soon as she was aware she was ill. She had written down all that she could think of, and kept a log of her symptoms, and what affected them. She had tried using her healing power, but that only made it worse. Her armor made no difference, her keyblade made no difference, using her mutant abilities stores in the keyblade made her worse.

She made note of all of it and shared it with the doctors who needed it. The rest of the time, she worked on control. Mostly that meant easy stretches and meditations. She hated being locked in one place for so long, but she understood the need.

Control. Mastery. Doing what you had to do even when you wished to do otherwise, because it was what has to be done. Still, even those romance movies from Mrs. Frost would be preferable to this.

Still, she was a Master.

So when he was on the phone, through the clear plastic, she was aware, but did not react or respond. She sat on her bed, cross legged, keyblade across her lap, and her hands resting lightly on it.

She focused in each individual case of discomfort. She didn't address it by trying to alleviate it, but by being aware of it, and measuring severity. She kept mental notes to write down later. She took tally of the muscles that needed to be exercised, and the ones that were sore in a way that said she should resist the urge.

She hated being ill, but she was Master enough to accept it in good grace.

Still, she was BORED.