Everything's horrible. The world is a dark nightmare. She just elbowed a man in the face and it wasn't even because she wanted to. And on top of all of that, on top of every little stab of pain and prodding from broken bits in her backside, the watch captain is here. If Fíadh had her druthers she would burn this entire building to the ground now and start over.

But she can't.

So she regains what composure she can, rolling off of the remains of her grindstone and struggling to her feet. She tries to brush some dust from her blouse and finds she might just be adding more to it before pointedly clearing her throat and looking to Lance.

"... Captain."

She then turns to look over Farogil and a flicker of concern comes over her. He doesn't seem the type to get in scrapes too often, this is probably not a fun experience for him and he was truly trying to help.

"... I don't think you'll die."

There, real solid comforting words.