<br/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/3rOp7i1.png)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 24pt;">Serana Vi Marian (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1825891)</span><br/><strong>HP</strong>:12/12<strong>Status</strong>:<br/><strong>AC</strong>:17<strong>Initiative</strong>: 3<br/><br/><br/><strong>Actions:</strong><br/><strong>Roll:</strong><br/><strong>damage:</strong><br/><hr/><br/><br/>Serana looks up at Iona and Bellantha, gaze quivering, still panting softly. At once a feeling of foolishness and shame washed over her. Everyone else was holding together just fine, yet she was already on the verge of a breakdown. While their words were kind, it only made her feel that much more inadequate, "a-alright...I understand..." she murmured, slowly picking herself up off her feet. Finding herself lagging behind a bit as she took a moment to try and calm herself down, pushing her worries to the back of her mind with varying degrees of success. Sighing she retrieved her lantern and lit it, falling in line behind the others, following their lead for now.