Solomon nodded, taking her hand and standing up slowly. "Are you all right?" she asked. "You'll have to let me come back and ward everything and-- and all the other crap to make sure nothing like this happens again." She took a glance around the room. Furniture was tipped over, some plaster had fallen off the wall, there were some small streaks of blood across the floor. Just like Akkia's life, it'd take some time before the house was back to normal.
She allowed herself to be lead downstairs and into the kitchen. She grabbed a couple of things from her bag, including a clean cloth. She wetted it in the sink and sat down on the kitchen floor to clean it. The scratches were a little messy, but nothing life threatening.
"Can I grab some paracetamol and something cold, a bag of peas or something? I hit my head pretty hard when the damn thing flung me. I can get them myself if you tell me where they are," she looked over at Akkia in concern. "Do you need anything?"