Tevreh flinched as the smell of burning paper came back to her, all that knowledge gone up in smoke much of it lost forever. Libraries were a new idea to her and she'd have likely gone up with the flames of it as the city fell to ruin trying to save a part of it. The lick of flame against her skin was a horrible feeling, but the real gut punch was that once again the strong had taken from her with a careless indifference to her plight. If it was an act of spite she could have at least felt some real anger, but Khorramzadeh didn't even know she existed and her savior had no idea what they'd plucked from the fires either.<br/><br/>Her life was being pulled along by things who didn't know or care her story far too much for her liking.<br/><br/>As the small blonde magician asked if she was hurt she went to dismiss it, but in truth her right arm was absolutely throbbing with pain and pride wasn't worth much here surrounded by the dark.<br/><br/>"Shoulder's dislocated" she said matter of factly, taking a knee so the human could get at it "Would work itself back in eventually, but we've not got time for that."<br/><br/>She got a better look at the halfling while down there, as well as some of the bodies littered about. No demons though, a small mercy at least.<br/><br/>"Up probably isn't a good idea, we know what's up there. I'm no dragon, I can hold myself in a fight but not against that." and looking about, she squints her eyes to try get a better look into the darkness that was blinding the others.<br/><br/>"We fell into something here. There may be another way out of it"