Fiona got back to her feet on her own; there was no way to risk pulling on half-healed wounds when she could stand on her own, although she had to take a moment to wait out a spot of dizziness before she could move towards the bicycles. "Do you think you can make it to Nagaraja's?" she asked, an entire better question than how do you feel, all things considered, for its specificity.
Do you? she asked herself, but ignored that voice. She would; there was no other option. She couldn't have Teague come back to a wife in prison, or already executed. No, no, her lady would surely see to it that they would hold that off until Teague could attend the execution, came the random thought. But it served, at least, to focus Fiona's anger and fuel her willpower.