"I hope someone saw to calling the doctor," she says by way of quiet agreement. They are all of them bruised and battered and stiff, and would benefit from medical inspection, just to know that no damage will be lingering. Krogstad was strong, but he was still an older man, and though he was already a dark grey, now his hair was more run through with silver. And then—

"I need to see to sending help to our people. There's work to do." A reminder to herself. She can't rest, not yet. Bathing and resting would have to wait, though her body feels like it might come apart at the prospect of needing to do more. She just wants to hold her Rani close, inhale the scent of her, feel the kicks of their baby under her palm.