"Yep." She's not sure of that, really, but she's got enough of her senses and enough of her sense back to see the people gathered around them. There's no telling who this woman is or what she wants, but getting up and getting away is a good idea. The last thing she needs is for someone to run for a healer. "Just felt a little faint in the heat," she says because that sounds likely enough, doesn't it?

With enough help she does manage to clamber to her feet, and she all but latches on to the mystery woman in order to stay vertical. The world is looking normal enough behind the spots that still crowd her vision whenever she blinks, but if it weren't for the fact that she doesn't actually feel hurt she could swear she feels like she was just hit by a lightning bolt. Biscuit crowds against her ankle on the side opposite their new acquaintance, and she curls her tail around to brush against him reassuringly. From the flash of indignation he gives her it's clear she just poked him in the eye, but it's the thought that counts, isn't it?

"Not dying," she says to the crowd, still swaying on her feet. "False alarm."