The pain in her shoulder rang, an ungentle reminder of how far she had yet to go.

"... Everyone else..." Forget herself. She could deal with being compromised, dragging herself with pain alight. She'd done worse. She'd been worse.

But Donnie? Harlock? Oki? Aira? Senshi? The crew of the Mad Archer or the Bloody Bun?

... Her workers? It was to make sure she could guide them that she had got out of bed in the first place; she'd hoped to get through the Gate to Elysium to deliver messages.