Mirnea shook her head, the fog of chaos of her own mind lifting and the world starting to come back into sharp focus. Her reality seemed to snap back together along jagged lines that looked like broken glass in her own vision. It was an odd sensation and she got the distinct impression that there was a glow emanating from her but she couldn't tell if it was true or not. She shook her head again, raising herself up on her now human arms, her polymorph had faded, obviously, she realized. She remembered having the upper hand on the fiend... then... what happened? She couldn't remember.<br/><br/>She grabbed her stomach, the insides were churning and swirling a bit too much for her to handle. She was determined not to hurl but she wasn't above steadying herself. She raised her head and looked around the room. It would appear to her that the fiends had been subdued but she didn't remember how... and that disturbed her.<br/><br/>She did notice the Tiefling and the Priestess back in the room whom she met during her initial release. At least the entire gang was back together and relatively in piece.<br/><br/>She whispered, "<span style="color: red">thank you</span>" to Elta softly as she got herself up to her haunches and felt the power of her own will begin to course through her body again.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>