At first she doesn't understand. Her eyes are open -- she thinks they're open, though there's not even any difference when she tries to close them -- but she can't see anything. It's like she's been cast out into the void, except there's still solid ground under her feet, and that's definitely a solid...thing...she just tripped over. Solid wood chips gouging into her palms, too, when she hits the ground.

"...Ow," she says. Then she quiets at a rustling sound, alert and tense. Was she attacked? Has she truly been blinded? That's going to be a real bitch in a world without healing mages.

Then something big and feathery lands on her, and in another world that would be cause for shrieking and the unleashing of spells, but for some reason the contact is cause for instant calm. "Yhohm," she breathes in relief. "Hang on, I'm getting up."

"It's going to be a real bitch if we've been blinded," huffs Yhohm, ruffling his feathers and shifting his weight here and there to end up perched on her shoulder once she's standing.

Asmodia rolls that shoulder in a shrug. "Yeah, but if I can see you, I'm pretty sure that means it's just a dream. Come on, let's find someone to be blind with."

She'll just be feeling her way through the playground now. In the dark, because it doesn't occur to her that light would work when her tiefling darkvision doesn't. Her shins are going to be very badly bruised in short order.