The broken Aasimar doesn't know how long she lay there curled in a ball. Snow started to drift into the cave and she can smell the ash and brimstone from the wastes beyond.<br/><br/>"Melody..."<br/><br/>She looks up to see Hexla crouched before her.<br/><br/>"Your friends told me your name along with theirs. There is something you must know about this place. All of Baator, every last inch of it is created out of the principles of Law and Evil. From what I've seen, you are a decent person and you have a free spirit. The corner of reality you are in right now is in many ways your antithesis. Anyone, good or bad, who is show a vision on Baator sees things from the worst possible light it's just the nature of how magic works here. It's clear whatever you saw is horrific, but you can't let it get to you. The plane itself is trying to break you open and get in you head. Don't let it."<br/><br/>She leans down and gives the pained bard a hug, reassuring her by rubbing her arms and shoulders to warm her up.<br/><br/>"When you're ready, let's head back to your friends."