"I don't know," Fiona answered. Now that the heat of effort was leaving her, she was going back to looking paler than she ought to. "I heal, I don't..." She interrupted herself at another surge of dizziness, gripping the edge of the stool she was sitting on. "I don't see. What ails people."
She breathed through it, then swallowed. Mr Nagaraja was right; she ought to make it back. Security would be all over Belmont Manor the moment news reached. This was nothing sleep would not heal; she had overexerted before. "You're right," she added, "I should go." She pushed up to her feet gingerly, once she thought that the dizziness had passed, but it rushed over her as she did, and she sat back down abruptly. "...in a minute."