Witchfire couldn't make head or tails of the silhouette standing above her, given her blurred vision. She was pretty damn sure she was still alive if the pain was any indication. Then she felt a boot nudging her, she groaned as she struggled through the intense shock the spell had dealt to her. Then as she felt herself being lifted, part of her relaxed... these muscles, and limbs that held her felt so familiar, and then the voice only confirmed it.<br/><br/>Rebecca smiled weakly as her eyes slowly focused on the woman she knew, "Kara," she croaked then visibly blanched, "it's not my fault," she said weakly, fearing Kara's wrath. Her hand lightly clutched the shoulder of the powerful woman holding her, "I felt something happening, and tried my best to follow you." She drew comfort from being in Kara's arms, even in anger they were the safest place to be. Certainly, Witchfire took the brunt of Kara's frustration at times but Kara had never inflicted any permanent harm on her due to a few protective enchantments she had weaved. Also, Rebecca knew that she'd become important to Kara, Ultimate or not. Despite withdrawing from all things she'd considered human after finding out she was actually a homunculi, the icy, beating husk in her chest wanted to return those feelings.<br/><br/>Witchfire tried to calm down and catch her breath, needing to regain some of her energy if she was to figure out how to get them both back to their dimension, hopefully before Luthor knew they were gone. "I think I know what happened Kara, but I don't know how or why, yet," she spoke quietly as she was still unaware of their surroundings and of anyone in earshot. Her hand rested over one of Kara's muscular biceps and she felt relieved when their didn't seem to be any tension in the powerful woman's arm. She couldn't afford to tax herself on healing spells for herself at this point... someone had to answer for dragging them here.