Maybe Sae'Ka had exercised a little too much caution in striking the fox unconscious, wary of damaging the merchandise. Maybe Aza's defenses had grown more capable over the last few years, or maybe the collar was assisting her recovery. Or maybe it was just the fresh night air suddenly whistling through her fur that brought her around.<br/><br/>She went from unresponsive free-falling weight to shrieking maroon hysteria in an instant, thrashing to plant her clawed hind feet against the drow's shoulder and shove off into space, still tethered to the woman by the length of leash. At the same moment, the neckpiece exploded back into streams of light, turning their trajectory into that of a falling multicolored comet, almost too bright to make out the forms of the drow and fox at its center.<br/><br/>And with the light came a surging flow of energy, strong enough to wash a palpable wave of warmth over the tumbling quartet, and of a quality all three human shapes could recognize and then utilize... assuming at least one of them had enough of his or her wits to draw upon the raw stuff for whatever plan had been concocted between the top of the Spire and the hard stone at its base. It was enough energy radiating outwards to fuel any survival spell and negate the expenditures of the fight they'd fled, with some to spare for whatever came next. Someone ought to use it, because the fox herself was merely windmilling little feet wildly at the air like she could climb it, lashing Sae'Ka in the face with her damp poofy tail, and screaming.