She did so, and managed maybe ten steps before she stumbled. She sprang back up, then wobbled some more. “I’m getting better,” she insisted defensively.
“I can stand up! See?” She pulled away, stumbled, and fell against the wall. “Okay, well, Malum just about burnt off your hand and I’m just a little shaky. You have days left, maybe hours. I just need a minute. Let’s keep moving.”
She shook her head, breathless. “It’s fine. I’m fine.” She attempted to stand again and made it to her feet, but swayed, stumbled, and fell again to stare up at the ceiling.