Starting to feel the first tug of fatigue, Bast was still pleased to see the sun's protection glow into life. She was used to it, but her head had become that of a black cat, sized proportionately to the rest of her body, the cat's eyes glowing, her lips moving in the prayers of praise and appeal that would maintain the spell, hopefully long enough for them all to reach the main building.<br/><br/>She walked to one of the larger holes in the side of the building and looked back at the others still present, and paused in her soft chanting only long enough to say, "We all should go. I don't know what else might be in the building, but there's not much cover here anymore in case something comes after us."