Gallus walked up to the unconscious impostor, standing away from the pool of blood, and crossed his arms. "I imagine she'll shift back soon. Good job, Irenya." Gallus turned his head to the severed arm and raised an eyebrow, "Now here's an interesting question. Will the arm shift back, too?"

The rest of the group stood around unsurely. There was not much else they could do but wait until the leader came back.

"On the bright side, at least we finally found the Orcrest clan," Uthri said, uncomfortable with just standing around given the circumstances. "I would say that the people waiting outside would be glad to hear it. It has been a long journey. And no one died, as well. Perhaps it's just our luck balancing out here with this...incident."

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With Ma'tanza's comment, brief realisation seemed to cross Tzirret's face before his eyes lit up. [i]"She is?"[/i] He half-breathed-half-mumbled. A giddy smile crept up his face, but it was interrupted by M'ibasa's question. With that, Tzirret's eyes widened as well and his head cringed down in embarrassment.

[i]"Yes, um..."[/i] Tzirret forced a cough and he looked into the space ahead of himself. After a swallow, he made a quiet comment, [i]"This one does not even think half of those things would be possible unless Ma'tanza was a Senche-raht herself..."[/i] Tzirret began to stammer as he spoke to clarify, [i]"N-n-not that we [/i]are[i] going to do those things. N-no. Um...Tzirret just thought that the...um...the view would be nice."[/i] His eyes flicked to M'ibasa and then back to space, [i]"...The view of the sunset."[/i]

Tzirret hadn't realised that his shoulders were rising and his head was sinking as he spoke. By the time he finished, he looked like he was trying to hide from the world. [i]"He will be quiet, now,"[/i] Tzirret murmured.