She absorbs the information with rapidly dwindling patience, but underneath the kind manner there's a steel core in Kim Ford that she recognizes, and she knows there's nothing to do but submit to these ministrations.

"Thank you," she says instead, even as she glances to the door. The longer she stays here... "Please – be as quick as you can. It's not safe for me to stay here long."

She looks at Lan Wangji, imagines him dead on the ground, struck down by Imlerith or mauled by a Hound, and her mouth tightens. "Not for anyone."