Inyrra's eyebrows rose at the pinpoint accuracy of Gajol's statement. Her mouth works for a second and her mind works quickly.<span style="color: indigo"> "No, no. Fear not, no such horror befell us. Allura was able to ward us against its evil and we managed to get free of the room we were trapped in, with no damage to speak of. Clearly the flow of time must have altered somewhat because it has felt like only minutes since we all parted, but clearly I see that a battle has raged here." </span>She shot a quick look to Allura to insure she would agree before she hung her head, feeling truly ashamed of what she had been doing while the others had fought for their lives.<span style="color: indigo">"I am glad to see you are all alright."</span><br/><br/>Her eyes flicked to Aya reclining so nonchalantly against the side of the dragon. That was a story she wanted to hear. For now she opted to ignore the woman that had pressed the axe to her throat.<span style="color: indigo">"Aya, who is your friend there and how did that happen? I fear our story pales in comparison to what has transpired in our absence." </span>The statement was equal parts deflection and honest curiosity and she hoped that it worked.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>