Ame sprinted up the stairs, to be brought up short by the sight. The witch Dahlia... The one she'd seen in all kinds of magic textbooks, the one who was always held up as an example of a corrupted witch, one who's power had gone bad, one who'd gone insane.
"Oh my god, Celaena. What the hell. What the actual hell." She cursed again and again, using words she'd learned from Celaena. She forced herself to walk into the room, forced herself to hug the witch. "We'll get this figured out. Now don't struggle."
She teleported them back to the main group. "Okay, Rowan, slight snaggle. Celaena's kind of in the body of the most wanted witch on earth? One who's been locked in an insane asylum for about eight hundred years. I have no idea where Dahlia's soul went, but now she's pretty much on the loose again."