I — stop! Stop, I'm covered in road dirt, what did you do to your bandages — stop!

[Except that she doesn't want him to stop. She doesn't want him to let go of her. The magnitude of what she's done hasn't even caught up with her yet because right now it still feels like any other day, any other arrival, except that the Speaker camp is gone and there's nowhere to go back to, and she's not leaving here again.]

I'm here...I'm here, please, stop — what have you done to yourself...?