She can't quite muster the usual bracing I'm fine smile, the starlet grin that is devised to deter people from even thinking she's ever sad about anything. Hasi meets Mitchell's eyes, albeit unsteadily, and says, voice rough like she's got a throat rubbed raw with saltwater (which is about accurate), "I'm done. Sandor knows."

A pause.

"I'd like to come in, but I'm afraid to move."

She also really hates trying to speak right now, as her inhuman physiology combats the impact of what she's just experienced, but it seems necessary to try.