Hey, no prob. [Still breathing a little heavily, Lina wipes some sweat from her forehead.] At least...well, it usually wouldn't be. I'm still getting uesd to how this palce works. But I couldn't exactly let you sit in a trashed house with a broken wrist, could I? I may not be the greatest friend, but that would just suck.

Hey, can I fly you to the clinic, at least? Maybe they can finish fixing you up.