Larea's ears were starting to function normally again, and the voices speaking were starting to sound familiar. She slowed her pace down a little bit, but still continued scooting backwards; until, at least, one of them stepped forward and grasped her hand. She winced for a moment, expecting the worst, but soon recognized the feeling of the man's skin. She let her eyes fall shut to block out the sun as a wave of relief washed over her; her posture relaxed, and her legs immediately ceased moving, halting her backward momentum.<br/><br/>She let out a heavy sigh of relief, and before long her expression shifted to an embarrassed smile. It was obvious that the man who had grabbed her hand was Zel; nobody else would have skin like that, and in such close proximity she could recognize his voice as well. The man carrying her must have been Ahmaht, then.. but where was Sigrun? After a few minutes, she opened her eyes again, blinking them rapidly as they tried to adjust.<br/><br/>Before long, thanks to the shadows cast by her companions as well as the surroundings, she was able to get to the point where she could at least keep her eyes open, though her vision was still blurry. A side effect of..<span style="font-style: italic">whatever it was</span>that she had done, maybe? She could feel it gradually normalizing, though, so she felt safe assuming it wasn't permanent. She couldn't see well enough to notice Sigrun standing off to the side, though, and so she looked at her companions with a bit of concern, wondering what had happened to the knight.