You looked her over, recognizing how out of it she looked, then reached out, gently stroking her face. "Well... I suppose setting my corpse on fire is a pretty badass way to take things. So long as there is no lasting damage, all will be forgiven," you assured her. Chrysalis nuzzled into your hand, almost purring as she did so. Like a bout of magic had run through her, the dull exoskeleton returned to its lustrous black, while her hair seemed to return from the point of looking like it'd fall out.