Rita awakens with a gasp. She immediately claws at her throat, as if trying to tear something away from her... but there's nothing. She can breathe. Her neck is heavily bruised, the pattern of fingers somewhat distinguishable around it... but she's alive, and she's breathing, and nothing's stopping her.

Stone covers her right shoulder, most of the arm, half of her chest and the base of her neck. There are a few puncture wounds left by arrows; one in her left side, one in her back, and most prominently, one in her face, through the cheek. Fortunately, she removed most of the arrows while she was still a beast, but one remains embedded in her left wing.

Her lungs still burn, and the venom feels more oppressive than ever, but she rolls herself to one side to watch the exchange between the Prince, the Ringmaster, and her fellow carnival workers. It's unclear how much she comprehends, as she shows no reaction to the unfolding events. Rita just stares outward, wheezing slightly as she breathes, but otherwise unmoving.

[This prompt is open for anyone who might check on or aid Rita during the immediate aftermath of the hunt. This'll just be one thread, but characters are welcome to threadhop.]