"It does certainly like its bodily harm, these days," the older woman muttered under her breath, moving to catch Lara as she tottered, and steady her. "Breathe deep, I'm in no hurry. We won't go until you're ready. ... What happened to you, before you walked onto the grounds?"

If she's going to be bringing the young woman to the clinic, she figures, the more she's able to pre-emptively gather for triage, the better.