Cammie drops down into a crouch near Caroline, both not sure she'd be able to get her legs back under her if she sits down completely and preferring crouching like this anyway. She breathes out deeply and winces when that hurts her aching ribs.

"Bruised my ribs, I think? Dinnae think anythin's broken, though." Hopefully. She sure as hell doesn't miss the rig, even now, but at least they had a medical team there. "Otherwise, I'm fine. I've had worse. Lots worse. Least that guy didn't actually tear my head off. So— thanks for the save."

Her gaze can't help but keep flicking to Caroline's shoulder, because that'll definitely be more problematic than bruised ribs if it keeps bleeding like that, but Caroline says it'll heal, and, well, if her chomping down on the Nightrender's neck wasn't already a clue she's probably not human, that'd definitely be another. So she'll worry about that when Caroline worries about it.