The bite mark on her arm still ached even after Tysalat's magic had coursed through it, but Kona was thinking that was the last thing Maechus needed to hear at the moment.
I'm alright, just overdrew a bit. Not your fault.
Kona struggled her way to her feet, her legs seeming to prefer staying collapsed to reentering the fray. The woman shivered, the underground chill seeming far colder now that her inner flames were burning so dangerously low.
Whoever they're messengers for, I reckon that your employer may know more about it than we do. So finish up your investigations and get back to them so the rest of us can get back to somewhere with warm food.
Another shiver wave of shivers passed through Kona as she slowly made her way to stand near the door, this one larger and more visible.
And blankets.