Lost in the shuffle [OPEN]

ely Despite what both men might think, Elyna wasn’t totally unreasonable. Now that she’d established she was dominant, she could afford to lower the aggression a bit; actually, it wasn’t really an option, since she’d expended what little energy and strength she had. Apparently, in this world she could go out in the sunlight without burning to a crisp without a ring—which was lucky because it had disappeared during the trip over here—but it made her weak as a newborn kitten. She could get by in fits and starts, but nothing more than that. ”Deal.” She honestly didn’t have a choice and that rankled. So the butt of her glaive came to rest on the ground and she sagged against it. Though she was very much not looking like the fierce warrior she had been a moment ago, she still watched Rory with wary eyes. Any sign of trouble and she’d see if her drained limbs had another burst of power within them. For now, though, she felt that she’d have to rely upon Remi, of all people, to deal with this potential enemy. Based on the alchemist’s previous performance, she wasn’t hopeful: he hadn’t exactly proven himself to be stalwart in the face of a potential threat. Of course, then she had bigger issues to worry about: the ground beneath them seemed to shake and Elyna promptly fell on her ass despite the support of her polearm. While she wanted to get up, her sluggish limbs wouldn’t allow it just yet. Apparently all her hard work had gone out the window and she no doubt looked incredibly foolish. While she didn’t much care about Remi’s opinion—her opinion of him was quite low—she knew for a fact that she’d probably just screwed them over when it came to Rory. She glared at the strange man, trying to salvage what little dignity she had left. ”The fuck was that? You get earthquakes out here?” It seemed to have been highly localized, but she couldn’t think of any other explanation. Whatever it was, it didn’t bode well. So far, their first diplomatic mission (or whatever this was) with one of the natural inhabitants of this world was going pretty shittily. Maybe it was time for Elyna to let Remi play good cop for a bit. She glanced at the alchemist and tried to communicate nonverbally that he should do something, anything, to make this both less embarrassing for her and beneficial for Northaven. If not, she could yell at him later; for now, she was relying upon him to get his act together, since she was currently out of commission.