"I... I'll be alright." She huddles under the robe, like a small, lost child. She seems to be swirling amidst a sea of emotions, lost and confused, the icy barrier than had kept them at bay shattered. However, it's far less chaotic than at first, and she seems to be stable... she might even pull through, on her own, if out of pure stubbornness, if nothing else.<br/><br/>Daminor is staring at the entrance in a half-awake daze, not hearing Draiss when he enters the common room.