She was now standing just outside Blaise's door, waiting. For what, she wasn't entirely sure. She wished, desperately, to know whether they'd managed to reattach his arm before she went in, but speaking to nursing staff or a Healer wasn't in the cards for her. It'd been quietly determined that it wasn't the proper time to announce her return to English soil. That would come when, and only when, a final accounting was made regarding how many Domina members remained alive and/or unaccounted for. They knew that Siobhan and Iris had escaped, of course, and at least one junior leader hadn't been in the mess when Ron'd broken through the wards. So, she was left with too little information before walking into Blaise's sickroom, and she hated it.