[she nods, not really looking up. She's covered in small cuts, mostly from fighting her way through the forest. If Gelda looks under the worst of the blood, there's a long, deep incision with poorly-done stitches holding it closed]
How...l-long was I gone? [All her attempts at keeping control of herself are starting to fail.]
[action]
How...l-long was I gone? [All her attempts at keeping control of herself are starting to fail.]