Aurelia takes a moment to observe Robin, eyes lingering on her hips and measuring the twitching muscles there. Prosthetic it may be, but it’s clear to her practiced eyes that it’s still causing her pain.

“No. If you wish to move before you are healed the only reasonable alternative is for you to be carried.”

As to the other question, she thinks for a few moments, letting Robin decide if she’d rather be carried or sit in her own blood (A genuine question for her). “Your aura’s colors are unfamiliar, I’ve never tasted a fear so bright yellow… nor seen it appear so suddenly in an otherwise calm canvas. Also you remind me of someone, though I’m struggling to determine exactly who your resemblance most appears.”