Naya finds her spear first, then her dagger, both weapons lying by the tree Livia had speared her to. The witch winces at the memory as she gazes at the trunk of the tree where her blood still painted the bark in a macabre display. “[color=lightblue]...stupid wraith,[/color]” she grumbles as she continues searching, coming across her satchel beside the remains of her bonfire. She sifts through the bag and finds that Skellington’s skull is still safely tucked inside, but where is her grimoire…?

That's when she notices the vaguely familiar faerie in the clearing. Had she been here yesterday too? Naya couldn’t quite remember, all she could really focus on was the book in the other woman’s hands.

“[color=lightblue]Hello Fae-thing,[/color]” Naya starts, shifting her weight anxiously as her eyes darted down to the worn book in the light creature’s hands before flitting back up to her face. The faerie had beautiful, expressive eyes. “[color=lightblue]I am Naya and that is my spellbook,[/color]” the witch explains, not daring to take a step closer and risking the other woman destroying it in a panic.

“[color=lightblue]It seems like you’re struggling a bit to get free of the Deathwood,[/color]” the brunette states, nodding towards the different bits of leaves and earth that were still stuck in the other’s hair. “[color=lightblue]We could take you to the border,[/color]” she offers, shooting Uriel a look and hoping he was okay with it. “[color=lightblue]...you could even hold onto to my grimoire, j-just until we get there,[/color]” Naya adds, stumbling over the last bit. The last thing she wanted was for the child of light to continue to hold the warn book, seeing as how most of them looked down on that sort of magic as being unclean, but the witch felt like she didn’t have much of a choice.

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