Looking back and forth between where Alura, Johan, and Veria are congregating and the shifting ground underneath them, Cyria knows that whatever is happening around them is undoubtedly the more important of the two.  However, the snippets of conversation that reach her through her attempts to concentrate are<span style="font-style: italic">incredibly</span>distracting.  The final straw is the comment about 'silk collars'; when she hears that Cyria's head snaps back up, her expression some combination of surprise, embarrassment, and subtle desire.  "Wait, you want me to do<span style="font-style: italic">what</span>?"<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">*Cue Dr. Who theme*</span><br/><br/>Blinking her eyes, Cyria's first reaction is to groan in obvious displeasure as her body protests at the slightest attempt to move.  Ugh, she hasn't felt this bad since that one time someone tried to spike the mead at camp as a practical joke and almost gave everyone food poisoning as a result.  Struggling back to her feet, she similarly struggles to organize her thoughts into something resembling coherency.  The last thing she remembered was Disa suddenly springing back to her feet and her and Veria starting to fight, followed quickly by another massive pulse of magic.  Looking around, she is relieved to see several familiar faces either on the ground or recovering, and the absence of others given the fact that they were apparently back home.<br/><br/>Of course, as soon as she thinks that the twin voices of the two ring through her head, along with the strange sense of<span style="font-style: italic">presence</span>that she can feel.  They're here and yet not.  Hoping that what she thought might have happened didn't, Cyria hesitantly 'thinks out loud', in the same way she had the one time her mentor had shown her how to do when she had been part of a telepathic scrying spell.  < Mistress Veria?  Can you hear me? ><br/><br/>Before she can continue thinking about that, Sasara's moaning catches her attention, and with it Johan's attempt to both focus and distract at the same time.  There was one possible way that it might end up, but regardless of how this particular endeavour ended, they needed supplies, and they needed to let the others know that they were back.<br/><br/>Sparing Johan a worried glance and a quick shout of 'I'm going to send out a signal for the others to come!',  Cyria pulls out her spellbook and begins chanting.  A few seconds later, four glowing lights appear in front of them, arranged into a triangle of three blue lights with the fourth pulsing red in the center - one of the Iron Boars' signals, this one meant 'Group in need of assistance, situation non-hostile'.  Sending it zipping up the stairs and then straight up, Cyria could only hope that Naji and the others would see it and come with help.<br/><br/>[ Casting Dancing Lights and sending it up and out of the house. It can move 100 feet per round, so that should be enough to get outside in a couple seconds. ]