[Despite her obvious youth, size, and handicap, this is Sieglinde's element. The storm doesn't phase her in the slightest beyond her irritation at its interference in the work at hand, even though she had jumped at the crash of waves and crack of lightning before she'd set to work. But once begun-]

You were good to bring her- Quick, lay her here, and watch her head, gentle now-

[She guides as best she can, placing both her hands beneath the Nalawins head to cradle and cushion as she's laid down on the makeshift bed of large palm fronds.]

Did you see it happen? How long as she been out?

[Already she's moving to thumb up an eyelid, peering at the dilation of pupil and roll of the organ, frowning slightly at the harder to interpret pupils of the cervid creatures with their dearth of easily read white.]