[She holds her ground until they're out of sight, but not a moment sooner and her sword clatters to the ground and she reaches down to help Anri. God, what did they do you her? Her leg is hobbled, and her neck...]
Hang in there, Anri. I'm calling someone.
[A healer... but who? She mentally runs down the list of healers in the DF. Flynn was already too involved. Zelda had taken Conrad to the prom. There has to be someone!]