Wrath clutches at the bannister with one hand, and North's arm with the other. Her voice comes out embarrassingly small and pathetic. "No?" Why is she saying that like it's a question. It's pretty much a fact that she's not fucking all right if she's losing it on the stares and---shit, that hurts, a lot, like one of the muscles in her back is trying to tie itself in a knot, and maybe that's why her leg gave way.

Breathe through it. Shit, that doesn't feel good. She's probably holding on to North's arm way too tightly.