Niska hasn't blinked this whole time as she watches the other woman, hyperaware of the danger that's presented before her, overly cautious about what might be happening. If she needs to run, she has enough fluid and ability to get out, but it won't last long.

She needs the second set of hands to help with this, there's really no avoiding that.

Breathing steadily, she lies back and remains still. She's not breathing, she never has, but she always pretended before. There's no need for that now. "I won't need too much, but a small replacement before it's stitched up ought to do."