The reason she was not sick like him likely had to do with the fact she’d been living with magic her entire life. She knew the ins and outs and her body adjusted quickly to the change, unlike Darius who had never had magic like this. His body probably had no idea what happened to it at the moment, but at least, he would no longer be in a tug of war with his own gods given power. Gwen winced when she heard him heave next to the hut and her stomach ached in sympathy for a moment. Power surges often resulted in such sickness, why she did not know.<br/><br/>When he spoke it took her a moment to remember what other errands they had to do. That was right they needed to pay a visit to the glassmaker and pick up her new clothes. Oddly enough those tasks sounded about 80 percent less appealing than they had when she first woke up. Of course, they really didn’t have a choice so it was better to get it over with and she stood up brushing dirt and mud off her gown. Then another wave of emotion hit and she jerked back eyes widening for a moment. “That…is going to take some getting used to,” She admitted once the swell of emotions abated. In one of the huts a brother giggled and she muttered something uncomplimentary under her breath.<br/><br/>Once both felt steady enough the headed back down the path though the pace was much slower and it took twice as long to get to the marketplace. It wasn’t all that hard to find the glass maker his store had glass bobbles hanging from the posts.  Hopefully, this would be quick because she really didn’t know if she had it in her to behave if another stranger started prodding her. “Are you sure you wish to do this tonight Warlord?” she questioned. “We could always come back tomorrow….”