She has some ideas on how this happened. Three spring to mind instantly. But she's not going to throw them at Illyana right now. She's seen her friend like this before, mostly after not-so-fun trips to Limbo, and so she resorts to what she did then.

"//First, Yana, we get you hot chocolate, and I check out those scrapes. Then we talk,//" she says firmly, steadying the younger woman on her feet and indicating another room.

"//And your brother could be here with his wife anyway,//" she says wryly, hoping the news will distract Illyana at least a little from--from whatever she's been through.