At this point, she's just getting sour and tired about getting up- though she appreciates being able to, of course. She managed a disgusted face for what the trunk of the entity is made of- that's twisted, before shaking as much of the lethargy as she can, before reaching out- for a few moments where the world feels right and in focus, below she strikes out with her own limit break, Perfect Balance. "Dawn will come," she promises.