Scratches and bruises mark the sides of her face and throat, but she's standing steadily, if with some exhaustion and edginess; all of which is more to do with the curse put upon her than anything she's been fighting off in the woods or the chase they'd just been on. Maybe some to do with having been in the volcano.

"No." Her voice rasps, but it's as steady as the rest of her. "I'm fine. And I can provide backup."

She's got enough metal on her to make for a good weapon if something does end up giving chase, so she can strike it down. Or at least slow it down.