... Okay. She - doesn't know how to help with that. Hugs seem an option, but she's thirsty and kind of shakey and covered in bits of lye blood and milk and sort of sticky with half-dried sweat and her family is likely now wondering whether or not she's dead -

"I'll be back in a little bit, okay?" she murmurs, in a soft voice. In case the ex-lindworm can understand her.