As her spirit tumbled back into her body, all of the pain that had been relieved by Mikasi and Sassaba came flooding back, threefold. A scream bubbled up past her lips and spilled out in anguish; she cut off the sound as she clamped her teeth down on her lip. The mark on her hand was being ripped away by Sorcha and her magic, a bloodied outline emerging as it's power was stripped away, sure to leave behind a scar, and the reminder of who she would be dealing with. There was also that little tisk of information about her tail...<br/>Right then, though, it didn't matter. She was free from that wretched spell. And, as she slowly came back to her peace, she felt that renewed freedom as a surge of magic energy tingling through her.<br/>"Sorcha, I thank you, sister. Now if you'll be so kind as to allow me to borrow some clothes?"<br/><br/>"My dear, hush now, you can barely move. I'll bring you something to wear, yes, but you will rest tonight."<br/>Sorcha lifted the delicate pixie in her arms and carried her upstairs to her brother's room, laying Vivian in the large bed, still naked. Pulling the sheets and quilt over the small grey body, she said, "Sleep now, and I will check on you through the night." And with that, she turned, sweeping downstairs to clean up.