She takes a slow breath, both to steady herself and to keep herself from mulishly insisting that she doesn't need to sit. In truth, she probably does; it's just that sitting back down now wouldn't make getting back up in five minutes any easier. Some food would help more, but she won't get that on the sidewalk.

"Not normally," she explains. "I'd be fine if I hadn't done much else today, but I just came off a busy shift at the clinic, and..." She cants her head in sheepish acknowledgment: she's overextended herself a bit.

In a more stubbornly reassuring tone, she adds, "I've done worse to myself; I had to sleep for days after I healed Kit's ma. All I really need now is a snack." As if to demonstrate how fine she is, she straightens, letting go of the wall's support... and lists toward Rowan a moment later, her hand instinctively lifting to grip his shoulder.

So much for reassuring. "And maybe a nap," she admits, cheeks prickling.