The Floodlands I'm with the band.

Hurt badly? Hell this wasn't anything... she wanted to say.  But her head was swimming too much to get that much out, and offhand cockiness seemed like a lot of effort.

They were insane if they thought she was dyin here, she thought stubbornly, and her head lifted some.  "'s fine," she said with a grimace, then falling back.  "Jus... need a minute."  Or an hour.  Or two.  She was not looking forward to moving, but dimly she realized they were talking about bringing her back with them.  She didn't like it, but if it was closer than shore, she'd take it.  For now.

Much as she wanted to sleep, instinctively she knew she needed to not do that right now.  So she too would fight to maintain her senses, and when they moved, do as much as she could to help.  

assuming that we can close this out <3 but if you wanna thread it out a little more that's fine!