Kwatoko was silent as she followed Bodzil up the structure.  She quickly found that biped climbing was an entirely different concept than she was used to.  Upon reaching the top, a discomfort gripped her which she couldn't place.  There were more strangers here, odd creatures she had never seen before.  Adding to this discomfort was the now expanded view of their surroundings- as she suspected, vast nothingness in all directions.  To make matters worse, the air up here was almost nauseating.<br/><br/>"Excuse me, but you wouldn't happen to know what dimension this is, would you? Does it even have a name?"<br/><br/><br/>She turned, believing the voice was directed toward herself.  This was a more familiar creature.  She peered up to Bodzil momentarily, but took a step toward it, her curiosity getting the better of her.  This creature was draconic in nature, but it was not at all like her kind.  In fact, she might have even called it a lizard.  A lizard, perhaps, with wings.  She took note of the way its wing tucked gingerly at its side, and felt sympathy for the creature.  Even though she knew not what he was, she knew how it was to be a prisoner of gravity.  She'd almost forgotten it had spoken to her.  An odd question it presented, but the idea puzzled her, and it reflected in her expression.<br/><br/>'<span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #FFFF80">I am lost, like you,</span></span>' she communicated, '<span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #FFFF80">We both are.</span></span>'  It hadn't occurred to her that perhaps it would not hear her in this world.  She assumed it would, since Bodzil could still hear her, but they did, after all, share a spiritual link.  Her thoughts were lost in translation however, as a great chasm opened beneath them.  She reached up and grasped the closest thing she could manage as she slid down the steep incline of rubble- the dragon's foot.<br/>The plummet was dizzying and painful.  It seemed no matter how far they fell, there was still plenty of debris to shower them.  At the bottom, she found that Bodzil had somehow ended up cushioning her fall.  Kwatoko lifted herself off of his form, cutting her bare foot on one of the stones.  Bodzil had landed face down in the debris.  In alarm, Kwatoko summoned the last ounce of strength she had to flip him on his back.  There was a rather pronounced wound on his head.<br/><br/>'<span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #FFFF80">Bodzil!  Can you hear me? Awaken!</span></span>' she thought, desperately trying to seal the wound.  Habitually she began to blow air on it, but when she realised that no fire would be produced to cauterise the gash, she had to improvise.  She tore fabric from the bottom of his shirt, pressing it into the blood.  '<span style="font-style: italic">Maybe that other world was just a dream?</span>' She heard him dreaming, and a relaxed breath escaped her.<br/><br/>'<span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #FFFF80">It is fine, you have seen much greater battles than this, my friend,</span></span>' she returned the thought.  She wished she could experience such a pleasant illusion now.  '<span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #FFFF80">But you must awaken now, we are not alone.</span></span>'  She peered around in the dark, wondering where the dragon-like creature had ended up.  She felt a little guilt for pulling it with her, but she guessed it would have fallen anyway without help from its wings.