The intention was to bring the chair to the antechamber and, as silly as it sounded, to help her have a good footing while climbing up. 
But then Solomon was there, tending to everyone's wounds and he did not appreciate the additional ruckus.  

“Jazdia, Yvonne. In my pouch there is one last container of some pain salve, medicated ointment to promote healing, and some bandages. Take the canteen and clean your wounds with the water. Patch what you can, and where you cannot, I will tend to you. Allow me to see what I can do for Cedar first.” 

The elf shrugged, [color=ec008c]"No, really, don't mind me. As you said, Cedar needs more of your attention."[/color] Still dragging her chair, but with less friction than before, Jazdia eyed the Bear man and gave him a thumb-up. [color=ec008c]"You did good, pal!" [/color]

There was an eery silence after she voiced her refusal. 

“Jazdia. I will not accept your nonchalant behavior." Solomon insisted in a low tone. He was still tending to the bear, but the voice felt direct, concerned in a way that makes you feel the urge to explain yourself with an unconvincing excuse. 

"Please take care of yourself, keep yourself rested," he said again. "There is no further need to exert. Stay here. Petra should be escorting the prince down shortly.” 

So the key has been unlocked and the runes encrypted. That was one less loose end indeed, but Jazdia's objective was to find something she could use to wrap this case up nicely when they deliver the prince. The urgency to collect the item was immediate, but the elf had no way to explain it quickly. 

[color=9e0039][b]"You heard the good doctor, elf. [/b][/color] The Rosenving daughter added, though the 'elf' part was not necessary. [color=9e0039][b]We all deserve a short break after the whole debacle!" [/b][/color]

[color=ec008c]"That's very nice of you all. Fine, what's the harm anyway?"[/color] she said with some sarcasm left and then took the salve from Solomon's pouch and nothing else. Other than that, she had her own supply of first aid kit. 

The clattering sound of falling cutlery and thrashed porcelain sounded like a grimacing invitation, but she realized that the sacred table manner had been thrown out of the window long ago when Asevor initiated his unsophisticated spell against them. And thus now the long table was just a piece of wood for her to sit. 
 
[color=9e0039][b]"Show me where it hurt the worst. Gotta take care of each other now, yeah?"[/b][/color]

[color=ec008c]"Show it, huh? Here? Now? Heh, fine." [/color]

Jazdia only delayed for a mere second before unbuttoning her ruined vest and undershirt and placing them on the table, leaving only the brassiere to preserve her modesty. Burn marks stretched from her shoulder blades, collarbones, and shoulder down to her arms, and upper back. Some other was on the side of her midriff, along with bruises, and lastly, on her fingers and both palms. 

[color=ec008c]"Should I take this off too?"[/color] she asked again, pinching the strap of her upper undergarment.