Imara enjoys the mantras as they trip fancifully in the back of her head. Her distraction weakens as Sky begins to become frustrated. Imara had seen this kind of direction with thought before, normally before someone went off and made a deal they did not understand. "Speaking with Deathlords, by the stars no, you have to understand Sky, that is  not an option. I mean, Mask of Winters is known to be accessible, cordial, even hospitable, but what you seek will have too hefty a price, and the Mask will always make a profit. You said there was no easy way to gain the answers, but that is well for all. You are Solar, the Incarnae themselves have put all things within your grasp, your power, it may take time, but that is all the better, for in the seeking, will also come the understanding."<br/>Imara had planned other remarks, but the whispers and the mantras had begun to clash in their horrid and fantastic chorus. Vedaa and Witness flanked Imara, all serious expressions, as the situation is assessed, Witness lays a comforting hand upon Imara, concern deep upon his brow. Imara follows as she can the written and verbal conversation between Crow and Sky. As Crow exits in his rather dramatic fashion, Imara is bent double, pain obvious upon her visage. Grasping at the wrist of Witness, her other hand spreads wide upon her  abdomen. Witness gathers Imara quickly within his arms, turning to leave the building. Imara refuses, directing him to the bedroom as a compromise, where Witness lays her upon the bed with exaggerated care. Vedaa backs to the entrance of the room, essence crackling along his bracer waves of heat emanating from him as he places himself between the bedroom and the outer room.<br/>Witness requests clean water and towels, before beginning his assessment of Imara's well being. Vedaa speaks in rapid Riverspeak to Lilly, "I require a man, Five Season's Pine, he can be found at the Vermillion Case. Tell him Imara requests his presence." Imara has garnered her control again, though a sheen of sweat lay upon her brow attesting to the pain that still existed. She rests stately in manner as Witness continues to draw information from her. "My apologies, I hope there are none that mind me commandeering the bed for a bit." Imara's gaze is drawn far to the South, as she cradles her belly protectively. much concern is upon this middle-aged woman as she continues to try to be a part of the meeting.