The ache in her head subsides slightly, and she continues to smile at the neighbors they pass, though she lets Erwin do the talking. Her steps don't falter, even when the headache returns. All she does is tighten her grip on his arm just a bit, fighting the way her vision doubles.

The town is quiet at this time of night, and as her wits start to return, she's grateful for it. She doesn't want to draw any further attention to them. Finally, her tongue seems to be working again, and she nods rigidly.

"I'm already there, I think. Mostly." Her words are stilted. She knows she should say more, thank him for being in the right place at the right time, but her lips feel glued shut again as whatever force had taken over her brain fights for control. Her teeth grind together, but she struggles against it, and knows in her heart that she's winning. Freedom is on the other side of an immense slog through her clouded mind; all she can do is take it one step at a time.