The...Room of Requirement? Sam blinked, her brow furrowed in confusion as she tried to focus on Marchand. "...I-I-I was in my dorm. Reading..." She was sure of it. So how had she got here? Her gaze flickered around, as if trying to orientate herself.

All in all, it was failing. She was wet, had a burning swollen face, there were a ton of Professors in the what was apparently the Room of Requirement disguised as a theatre. And then her gaze lingered on her feet. Where were her shoes? She never walked around the castle without shoes or at least slippers on. She swallowed slowly, a knot forming in her stomach. Had she sleepwalked again? There was that night...a few weeks ago now, where she'd found herself on the moving staircases. But there's no way she could have made it into the Room of Requirement, with the ritual required, whilst sleep-walking, was there? It wasn't even evening when she'd started reading.

Taking a nervous breath, Sam nodded. "I think so, yeah." She reached out for his support as she slowly went to stand up, still a little disorientated. The swelling on her face probably wasn't helping. "D'ya think you could do somefink feh me face? Numb it, maybe?"