"I have to," Fiona replied, which was more to the point. The tea was having an effect, but she still did not feel up to it. That said, she still wasn't sure how she made it here, other than sheer stubbornness; Stubbornness would see her through again.
She finished the tea, and stood up slowly, this time, but more steadily, stepping over to the table to set the mug down. Then she stepped over to the sink to wash her hands of Lachlan's blood.
"Thank you for your help," she told Krishna when he came back with a shirt for Lachlan.