Meath? Where the hell is Meath? She blinked at him as she regained her land legs at least mostly. "The cats are likely hiding and plotting the deaths of your CSI knockoffs. As long as I'm allowed to put out their food, they'll be alright." She knew better than to move farm cats unless it's absolutely necessary.
The Healer was hovering with that 'if I was Muggle-trained, I'd be putting out an entire array of needles' look in his eyes. Sighing, Valmae let herself be lead off into an examination area. The hospital gown was soundly rejected and then a large number of spells were cast while she glowered. But finally she was given a small basket of potions and strict instructions to take them as indicated, to eat something before getting much needed sleep and no flying for a week.
That last was not going to happen but she grudgingly agreed to the rest.
"Let's get out of here before they discover needles," she said, snagging Lance's arm and tugging imperiously.