Fate stumbled back, but managed to get her footing before she fell. She slowly kneels, trying not to move Arf too much - to cause her any more pain than she's already in. It's obvious that she's panicking, but she's doing a rather good job of holding herself together.

"Don't talk! That will just make it worse..." She wanted to do something, anything... but none of the supplies they had at the house would do any good. And she was no healer...

"I'm sorry. Whatever had happened, I should have been able to sense it. I couldn't be there to help you..."