Barrow Fields Giggle at the ghostly

She highly doubted that would be a problem.  "Rosalyn isn't even sure she can 'mek moving' now," she grumbled softly, attempting a couple of pained deep breaths.  Ok.  She had this.

Slowly she attempted to stand, hoping Vlad wouldn't leave her hanging, as already her head was spinning and there might've been three of him at one point. Well shit, wouldn't that be nice.  She'd lost a lot of blood and it hadn't fully stopped yet - she could feel the crusted warmth on her neck in particular. Horrifying. She pointed her muzzle at the ground and closed her eyes to stop the world from whirling, swaying. There. Walking now. Not even trying until she had a Vlad crutch to lean on. She wasn't about to lose this progress, because if she fell, she thought (rather melodramatically), that was where she'd stay.