The moment where Ilde would ordinarily claim she's just fine, in spite of all evidence to the contrary, comes and goes without a word and she leans heavily into Cindy, seeming more weary than pained. She clutches her CiD to her chest in her uninjured hand, curling the other into a fist and letting herself be led. It's just easier, for the moment, to let Cindy do the hard parts. Which is currently 'everything'.

"How long?" she asks, not quite clearly; she means, how long was I gone. She knows how long it was on the other end, but Baedal time doesn't appear to correspond rationally to anything at all. If it was the same length of time, she's probably got a lot of explaining to do, and Christ knows she doesn't feel up to it.

Maybe no one even noticed. Maybe she can just--