Valentisha heard his manic scrambling to the top of the stairs and she turned around to look at him with a sense of confusion. He heard her screaming? How odd, she heard nothing.

"No..." She felt something very fishy was going on here. And as Aidan came up the stairs, the sweet aroma filled his sensory hairs in his nose and swept up into his brain. Making Val seem...even more radiant than before. Although, nothing had changed at all about her. His vision was being clouded and manipulated by the energy in this tower.

Valentisha turned back to face the room. Seeing nobody around and everything clean as though nobody had ever been here. But she knew that wasn't true, the floor was littered with the bones of those who had entered and never escaped. She had to flick her visor down over her eyes. It wasn't a cure but it certainly helped her to pick out the strongest areas of magic. 

But she was becoming light headed with each breath she took. And then she wobbled upon walking toward the sofa. She collapsed onto it and panted. "What the hell...is this...stuff...argh." She held her head feeling so weak now. 

In Aidan's mind, Valentisha wasn't even wearing her Inquisitor outfit anymore. But a long elegant red sexy dress. This place liked to mess with your memories and senses alright.