Before Kala could argue the point the world was suddenly...just not making any sense at all. Kala's poor mind did not even have time to process what was happening to it and her body before they were suddenly standing in the middle of a rather nice looking room. Her eyes landing instantly on the sword that was being held at the throat of her now Employer. On instinct her sword was drawn and pointed at Pete the beginnings of a snarl coming to her lips, when her body essentially caught up to just what happened.<br/><br/>Groaning, her sword hand trembled, stepping back the same time that Pete did though her eyes closed as she struggled to stop the sudden sensation of the room spinning. Without warning her sword slipped from her grip to go clattering to the floor, her arms wrapping about her waist as a futile physical attempt to make it stop flipping and flopping about. As the dry heaving began she sunk to her knees, one hand bracing against the floor as the other continued to hug herself.<br/><br/>Growling she grit her teeth baring her fangs, as she blocked out Koralheim for the moment, not all together sure what he was saying and not really capable of focusing at the moment. Kala continued to kneel there on her knees, until finally the world stopped spinning and her stomach stopped trying to empty its contents onto the floor. Looking up at the pair, glaring more at Pete for his seemingly lack of suffering.<br/><br/>â€œYes....a warning or never doing that again would be preferableâ€ Kala, said lapsing into her native tongue, as she collected her sword before rising to her feet.<br/><br/>Gradually recollection of what was being discussed came to her and she sighed, looking to Koralheim , * Please forgive my moment of weakness. I have never traveled in such a manner before * she thought to him before turning her attention to Pete.<br/><br/>â€œKoralheim would prefer it that you did not go snooping about, as there are several things here that are anything but harmlessâ€ she said to him with a sigh, and ignoring the chill that ran down her spin. It was not hard to realize that out of them she was the least one dressed and prepared to handle the cold weather.<br/><br/>Watching as Koralheim used some kind of parchment to communicate, with the ever rude, human Kala took the time to put her armor on. Securing it in place and getting done just as Koralheim broached a topic that troubled Kala.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">â€œI do hate to be curt, but Iâ€™d be surprised if I live through this week, so Iâ€™d like to get some work done.â€</span><br/><br/>*Well we can go shopping when you are rested. I can deal with the cold in the mean time * she thought to him as her hands moved signing the motions as well, though to Koralheim he could surly see the more broke and juvenile structure of her signed sentence.<br/><br/>â€œI would not mind listening to some stories,â€ this she spoke aloud and signed as well. â€œStory telling is a large part of my people's cultureâ€  she smiled at Koralheim, for some reason feeling the need to cheer him up. While he did not think he was going to live out the week Kala had sworn an oath to protect him and that was not going to be something that she was going to take lightly. If need be her life would be given to protect him. It was a matter of honor and Kala held true to her word.