This would be a lot less unnerving if she could just fly. Asmodia is never going to stop being angry over the loss of so many of her spells -- as if it wasn't enough that she had to be thrown into a whole new world by some supernatural thing the name of which she's too superstitious to curse out loud, it had to leave her all but helpless, too. Experimentation in the couple of days since her arrival has revealed that she didn't lose everything, but she doesn't have anything useful for this.

Neither, apparently, does the man she sees clinging to a tree ahead of her as she comes around the corner of a platform. She comes to a standstill, Biscuit at her heels, and frowns at him in mild concern.

"You alright?"