Fara hauls herself out of the stinking mire and slogs toward Nev.  Her legs are weak, but she reaches him and takes his shoulders in her hands.  They steady each other, and she swipes mud from his cheek with her thumb.  She stares into his eyes, her own wide and dilated with terror and pain, and standing only with her assistance, she cathes a few heaving breaths.  Her mouth is quite close to his, and he can feel that breath on his lips.<br/><br/>She then backhands him across the face and begins screaming curses in elven.<i>"What the fuck is this!  Why did this happen?  Where the hell are we?  What did you DO?"</i>?  She stomps a few squelching steps away, reaching to press her fingers to her temples as she fights another wave of nausea and throbbing headache.<i>"Oh, gods be DAMNED I don't know WHAT happened, but it's your damn fault!"</i>