When her eyes adjust to the new setting a relization dawns on just where she is Zarna's first move is to her weapon. Only when the familiar heft of the staff returns to her hand does she begin to relax. Cautiously she collects her belongings packing them neatly into a bag of holding and slinging on one shoulder her ears pricked for any sign of danger or of Rue. (aka a spot check rolled d10 with a +4 for a total of 10) She worries he might have been injured in the collapse but reminds herself Rue is more than large enough to take care of himself.