"Connor." It's half gasped out as she tries to get herself together. But at least she doesn't need to worry about his grasp, there was some good things about being a monster, disease didn't touch her, affect her, so far as most of them, magical or otherwise went. "I need to get back to Connor. He's... he's patched me up a lot."

But once she's up, she takes her weight off him, leaning heavily into the wall. "He'll... he'll help."