"Don't be silly, dear," CeCe said briskly. "You're not going to be able to take care of what you need to do if you're a mess, now are you?"
CeCe wrapped her arm around Divorce's waist in order to lead her further into her home. "We're going to take care of your hand, and then you're going to wash your face and we'll do something with your hair. Then, when you're comfortable, we'll talk and I'll see what I can do to help."