They were in. Even in her haze, Delilah realized the change in scenery. The urgency and command to Cedric's tone wasn't missed nor was the speed at which she was taken off. Her head lulled to the side, her eyes barely tracking with the buildings they passed. She tried to focus, to remember what she could. Cedric had given her a map, but if things went wrong... If somehow it was taken from her, separated from her... That couldn't happen. It would jeopardize the mission entirely. No, she had to keep it. And the gifted wand.
When they came to a stop, Delilah could hear people speaking around her. It sounded like hushed whispers, though the urgency was still there. One voice stood out, demanding things of the others. This woman was in charge. She was the one who would make sure she got well quickly. The buzz of voices, the tension in the air....
Delilah gasped as someone touched her shoulder. It was a gentle touch but unexpected. Had she dozed? Had she...? No, she still hardly felt herself. "...up? Delilah caught, and she blinked in confusion, her eyes focusing up at the blonde girl's face. She seemed young and almost frightened, but she was holding something in her hand. The girl looked away as another voice gave her some instruction. "I'm going to lift your head. You need to drink these." Delilah drank the off-tasting concoctions one after the other, four in total, before the girl eased her back down. "Now rest."
Rest? Delilah hated that term. She wanted to get out of this bed now, to rush to find the others and continue the mission. The more time wasted here, the less help she would be if they ran into any trouble. But she would be no help in this condition. She had to rest as directed. She nodded her resignation.
Delilah jerked awake a the sound of voices around her. They were around another bed, she realized but looked at them through the small gap in her curtains regardless before bringing her right hand to her abdomen. It hovered a moment before she gingerly touched the area, getting a little more forceful as she realized that didn't hurt. She felt the other wounds in turn, working toward her neck, before sitting up. She gasped lightly as the rough sheet fell. Well, that was awkward, but expected. Apparently she must not have been out long enough for them to get her in a gown.
Hastily, Delilah grabbed the sheet and held it to her, watching as the two people stood. She heard rather than saw them leave the room. They'd been visitors, then, for whoever was behind that curtain across the room. Good. Delilah glanced over at the table beside her bed. Someone had folded her clothes on there and placed them in a bag. Good. She took a moment before turning so her legs hung off the bed then reached for the bag, bringing it to her bed and setting it beside her. She rifled through the bag, making sure the wand and the other items were in there. They were, thankfully. Satisfied, she put her shirt and pants on then her shoes and socks and stuffed her pockets with everything except the map.
Delilah glanced through the hole and stilled her breathing to listen for signs of any of the healers in the room before opening the leather to see the map. She studied it before shoving it into her pocket, folded as it had been. Now came the task of navigating out of here without being seen.