She lets Frigga guide her because she doesn't have enough presence of mind to do anything else, and she sits because it's automatic, because that's what your brain does on autopilot. She swallows thickly, and she exhales, her brows furrowing. "I'm-" Alright, is the next word she'd been about to say, but Tara doesn't even know if that's true right now. All she can think is just how not alright she is, and she's dead, really. She's dead, so... so there's that.

"I should go home." But she doesn't move, and Macha lays her head on Tara's knee, still looking between her and Frigga like she'll somehow fix this.