[She settles for following, as far as the closest seat, then stops and thinks better of relaxing just yet. Heading for the hearth, she strikes a match and begins setting about warming the house. It's chilly enough that it could use the heat.]

Yes. I'm quite alright. I feel tired? But nothing more. [She huffs.]

Though, I suppose I am bothered by the thought of becoming as those creatures. Feral and beyond control.