“…No…” Liaena muttered in agreement as she stared down the corridor that Rithrynn had gestured to, and from where the horrible scream had emanated. 

Somewhere down there was Serphia, presumably in dreadful danger. Liaena realised that she was failing to care at all about this, a realisation that was immediately followed by guilt for said apathy. Serphia was, in the loosest possible sense of the word, her ally, and a better person than Sherpa.

 Not that that was saying much. 

Climbing to her feet awkwardly, Liaena managed to find an unsteady footing by steadying herself against the sewer wall, picking up the knife on her way and giving Graymoon a half smile in recognition of the gift. For lack of anything else to use, she wiped her face and hands on Rithrynn’s cloak before the elf had time to object. “We go after her then. [b]All[/b] of us”

“Uhm, Li…”

“Shani! Nar’du felore! Snap out of it!”

“Oh” Liaena muttered. Turning around, she looked back over at Shani and the other two sentinels, who were dividing their time between giving the screaming tunnel extremely worried looks and trying to get their fallen friend back onto her feet. Shani for her part was freed from the gunk by the help of her friends, but sunk deep into shock by recent events. 

The unfortunate elf was one person that Liaena did feel deep sympathy for as she looked at her. The sympathy was mingled with hopelessness with the situation, and the burden of an incapacitated ally in a hostile situation (a fifteen-stone-plus-armour incapacitated ally, no less), leaving them with the glorious alternatives of abandoning her to their enemies, loosing yet another fighter as her protector or dragging said fifteen-stone-armoured-butt around with them the entire time. No. Whatever Shani’s mental state was, she had to be got back onto her feet, for better or worse. 

Stepping up to where Rithrynn was calling to other elves across the watery gulf, Liaena bawled at the shell shocked elf as loudly as she could, which for a rather small human was a fairly small volume. In light of what probably made Elves Tick, Liaena tried to inject as much ‘Vile Drill Sergent’ Serphia style into her tone as possible, although she had to admit she was nothing on the master herself. “SHANI!! YOUR MISTRESS NEEDS YOU TO FIGHT ALONGSIDE HER RIGHT NOW, SO [b]GET MOVING[/b]! ARE YOU A SOLDIER OR NOT!?”

Glancing at Sharon and Rithrynn, Liaena gave them a dour half-shrug of resignation “…that’s all I’ve got. I’m a doctor, not a psychiatrist”