[ If Rosaria were a petty person, she'd be amused by this turn of events, considering the woman's behavior earlier, but she's not going to waste time and energy on that. Not when she's heaving out all the oxygen in her lungs and rubbing at her burning arm muscles. She can't tell if she's been getting out of shape since she left Mondstadt or if that beam was just really fucking heavy. ]

I'd offer to ice it for you, but you're better off not risking the frostbite.

[ Instead, Rosaria busies herself removing the rest of the smaller wooden planks to find the elderly man who'd been trapped underneath. He looks barely conscious, but he's not afflicted with the blight at least.

She tries to haul him upwards, but he's a little heavier than anticipated, and she still hasn't fully recovered from dealing with the beam, leading her to throw the cursing woman a look. ]

I could use a second pair of hands again if you're done over there.