Exhausted and mentally sapped, dissolving into the water around her was therapeutic. She could do nothing more for Outlook, and hoped that the rest of the fey had taken heed of her words and were already organizing an exacuation. While she would have liked to burn Outlook to the ground before she left, she would have no such chance. By the time she was lucid and prepared to resume her material form she would be far from this place, hopefully near or in the ocean, and the Lord of Lust would rule this place.<br/><br/>Her mind flowed like the water around her, and concrete though faded to feeling and immediacy. The waves courses through her as she course through them. The thoughts of the dead and dying, too, washed across her. The pain echoed across the land, resonating across the borderland back towards Zenith and blending with the pain that seeped from the Heart of Sin. Aersilae had no eyes to close then, but she closed her mind's eye and let herself feel the world rather than see it.<br/><br/><br/>