After a while, she'd forgotten that she'd even been injured; her state of general disrepair has become a new normal and besides, everything important stopped bleeding during the melee or got cauterised in the explosion that had happened... at some point. The point is, she's fine, and she needs to make sure everyone is alive and accounted for. She's still holding a sword, probably. Maybe half a sword. She has no idea where her cloak has gone.

If she was a more introspective person, or less aggravated about being stuffed in a bag for however long she'd been gone and then immediately set on fire by a goblin and thrown off a horse, she might realise that she's riding an adrenaline kick all the way to its end. If that was the case, she might also have intelligently sat down before her legs go out from under her. But it isn't the case at all, and she just blinks owlishly at Ignis's question.

"Why..? Do you need-- whoa--" Her body seizes on this chance to stop, and she staggers, vision greying over.