She couldn't raise her head, feared letting him see the shame written upon her features. Twisted in anguish, pulled with pain, it was unlike her normal demeanor in almost every way. Hid the wetness on her features as her nails dug into her knees, held tight as she could not stop thinking of her failings, of how she had not done everything she promised him-- and herself, and Zelly she would do.

"I don't know..." She whispered, hunching over more, curling in on herself as the various burns stung and stretched against her skin, flesh hot and blackened, so much warmer than she was comfortable being. She panted through the burns, the muscles of her back visibly tensing and rolling as she fought back the urge to scream in anguish. Zelly was hurt, Gorman was... Her hair fell around her face as she bowed down, stomach twisting tight and painful.

"I can't heal her, I can't--- she isn't--" And that was as far as she got before her forehead hit the ground, completely bowing down under the weight of the suffocating emotions drowning her.