The voice was calming an carried with it the weight of authority that settled some of her nerves. But something wasn't right ; the ceiling was in the wrong place and she was - she was lying down.
Licking her lips slowly - the tongue darting out to find cracked, painfully chapped lips she tried speaking slowly.
St Mungos, even the phrase calmed some of her nerves. She was safe. It wasn't cold any longer or - or - there were flashes of memories, sensations and a deep ache in her muscles as though they had been pushed beyond their limit.
"Eva," the words were hoarse and deeper than she recalled her voice being normally "My name is Eva Edgecombe."
The brunette in the corner sucked in a breath and took a step backwards whilst Evas own arm reached out to hold the Healers. "Marietta! My daughter! Is she here? I have to find her. I have to find my baby. "