Emily landed without serious injury,<span style="font-style: italic">Un-garlic me, please.</span><br/><br/>Rylie quirked an eyebrow at her, "Figure it out yourself."<br/><br/>"Hey! Don't just leave me in this for-- Oh. Well that wasn't so bad." The blond shrugged, "I like me some stake, yo."<br/><br/>The demoness facepalmed, "You did NOT just say that."<br/><br/>"I did. Yo."<br/><br/>She rolled her eyes a bit before turning her attention to Raphael, "Yeah... I can honestly say that I'm happier than I've been in a long time myself. Horns? What? HOLY SHIT!" Her facial expression shifted a few times before settling on bemused. A few moments later, she was doubled over on the ground in laughter.<br/><br/>"I think she's broken," Emily mumbled, staring dubiously at her master.<br/><br/>"I *wheeze* have horns now. Also, no, Raphael. These are new. I think I would have noticed if I'd always had slight protrusions out of my forehead... Though that might explain the teasing I went through as a child."<br/><br/>"She's definitely broken. I'll get the duct tape. Kratos can fix her," a strange look crossed Emily's features as it dawned on her what she had said, "Uhhh, that came out way extra more awkward than it was supposed to. I'm gonna go eat. Yep."