Only a short distance remains to the infirmary, about the number of strides it would take her to cross the Empress from port to starboard.

Currently, it seems many times that.

"Yes," she agrees, staring straight ahead, steeling herself for forward motion and what else is to come, "If you could, James."

Elizabeth nods once and begins walking again, eyes on the infirmary door like it's something she intends to conquer if it's the very last thing she manages to do. She expects Gibbs to accompany her. Eventually she'll mention Demeter, but right now? All she wants to do is sit down.