I am the Reaper and death is my shadow

The woman had been in a dark place of late. She wasn't used to being denridden and the feeling of being useless rankled her. She had been stuck inside for ages, it seemed. So when she heard Sirius call, she was chomping at the bit to go. Iolaire warned her against it, saying that Sirius would understand, but she wouldn't hear of it. "I'll get there with or without help, " She growled. In the end, Iolaire and Roan took her.

The going was slow and rough. More than once she considered admitting defeat and going back, but she talked herself out of it, refusing to let her injury beat her. Settled upon the fur, she was glad to rest. Little spots had begun to swim before her eyes. Any longer, and she very well may have passed out from the pain. She was settled though and even though her attention might be spotty, she would do her best to stay alert.