She wishes she could go back out there. She is glad she doesn't have to. She feels both of those things, simultaneously, and then guilt for thinking of either. Nana is grateful that he can't see her expression, then, because it is a stark one.

"I shouldn't. I don't think it would be smart with my arm like this," she admits. "Do you need... where should I take you? The infirmary? Back to the school?"