With gratitude, Rita accepted the pillow. Clenching her jaw, she placed it over her abdomen, her arms wrapping around it. "Dhanyabad," came her thanks. With the rising level of stress in the last half hour, she would likely slip in and out of her native tongue. It was not something she was consciously aware of, but was more likely to slip entirely under her notice.
The young Nepalese woman's thoughts turned momentarily to those people she had spoken to over the last few days, and sent a prayer up to Shakti that they would be alright. "Should we...go see? Or stay here?" Her manner was cautious, half drawn into herself. If the situation had been alien before, it was definitely beyond that realm now, and she was entirely unsure as to what to do.