Still dizzy, Averella remained propped against his form, and if she was offended by his smell, she made no remark. Truthfully, it was the last thing on her mind, and she was just thankful the limb could be reattached, for the situation could have proved much worse.
And though she was somewhat more modest now, she had yet to actually put on the garb offered. It, however, was still pressed to her front, as more of the decayed fabric flaked away. It was then she could see Zaramay, and recalling she too, was a new friend to be concerned for, Averella found herself asking, "Those men.... they hadn't injured you, had they?"
Though it seemed, even if she was concerned, she was still in no place to seemingly be any help, as she still leaned against Therrin for support.