Taking the woman’s hand, Idris stumbled nearer to the two, taking a moment to readjust herself being that she was in pain — an unfamiliar sensation despite having been through it once before. One time simply didn’t do it proper justice it seemed, she could do without it for the rest of her life within the fleshling body she’d taken host to. Standing now, with both of their assistances, she pulled her hand back and nodded in thanks to the woman before turning her attention onto her thief.

Lifting a palm, she touched his cheek and brushed a thumb along the bone there, lightly shaking her head. “You fret of many things already, Thief, do not worry of my current state. It will take more than a fallen beam to keep me down.”

Turning her gaze to look around themselves, she frowned. “Damn this hunk of flesh,” she grumbled. “If only I could track myself, it would be so much easier.

Where was I stored before this mess? I can’t have gotten too far from you.”