She held James close against her and raced him back to her room in their shared quarters. She made it all the way to the door, not meeting anyone, and rushed him inside.
Her memory jolted again as she ran, and she stopped trying to fight it off, knowing her mind was trying to tell her something, she simply allowed it to grow in the back of her mind. Not paying it much attention, but not ignoring it or suppressing it any longer.
She placed him in front of the fireplace, as something in her memory told her that she needed to keep him warm.
She thought of leaving him alone in the cottage for a second, her mind almost demanding she leave the room to clean up something. But she actively fought it. James needed help immediately, absolutely nothing was more important than healing him right now.