Dame Morrogrim backs against the wall for support. She's bloodied, breathing heavily and still visibly shaking. Reaching into her pack, she produces a small vanity mirror to look at her face. Her legs falter a bit as she sees the blood in her hair and on her face. Lifting her arm to brace herself on the wall before collapsing, she turns her back to the group.
"Yes, please Tirgas, any assistance would be greatly appreciated." she responds over her shoulder, gaining some composer. Producing a white handkerchief, she attempts to clean her face. "And, may I have a moment to put myself back together, if you will."