[Her breath freezes in her lungs. She's already so pale that this new dread makes her worry, for a fraction of a section, that she'll faint -- but she's quick to rally again. Now would be the worst time to give into something like that. Conan needs help]

The... the Island?

[It's an effort to get her voice working again; even more of one to move her feet. But at the very absolute least she now has confirmation that this is not her Conan, and it helps just a little bit. She falteringly continues her treck to the infirmary]

Beato? Revived?

[The last question is just a little sharp. If there's a way on his world to raise the dead...]