Watching the centipede slip back to whatever weird realm she pulled it from, Vrishchika feels the effects of adrenaline wearing off. She is thankful Tralkor didn't die, but her energy is slipping and she gives a great yawn. "I'm going to go back to sleep,"
she announces, silently cursing the interruption to the group's rest. New top priority: figure out how to make magic houses,
she notes before plopping down on the makeshift bed.
Sorry for huge big delay in posting, everyone. Procrastination is a terrible thing