Ame struggled, but she couldn't move the top of the saddlebag. "Rowan, let me out of here! ROWAN STORMFIRE, LET ME OUT OF HERE RIGHT NOW OR, WYRD HELP ME, I'LL INCINERATE YOU!"
Silly, more than a little confused, did the only sensible thing. She tackled Rowan.
"Rowan, I en't got no clue what the hell is goin' on here, or what the hell is goin' on wiv' ye, on'y, ye don' just go lockin' Ame in a saddlebag, not when she just saved 'em all. Acoz, look. Aery en't panickin' about bein'... bein'... Tazz. She en't Tazzy anymore."
Aery had fallen back into her right body with a shock and promptly curled over on herself, crying. She couldn't hear, again. And everything was so bright and hurt too much. Hurt far more than any mortal body should. So she coped the only way she could, by curling in and letting her mind go entirely.