Daff closed her eyes again and somewhat relaxed against the pillows. "Potts, Daffodil." The headache was almost blinding and she had to wonder if there was a healer somewhere nearby with some ice or a potion for the splitting pain in her head.

"My sisters, they were nearby..." Though St. Mungo's, that didn't make a whole lot of sense to her. "How did I get here, Mr..?" It wasn't the logical choice, not for proximity anyway, though perhaps in the chaos of the moment, it had made the most sense to the gentleman across from her, if he was indeed the one to bring her. That one made sense, at least, but she figured, she would clarify just in case the bump to the head was worse than described (she doubted it, her head was killing her).