As her mind grappled and comprehended the visions, she held the dagger and endured the burning pain for....the third time now? Sylvia wasn’t sure anymore. After the explosion ended, Sylvia stood, now in a stupor herself. In that stupor she looked at her friends and the knights who remained unharmed as they stared at her. She didn’t react as Buddy punched the remaining knight, and Shortfang moved to Erendal’s body.

Sylvia slowly looked as he tried to loot the body. It almost felt like time had slowed down...Maybe she was in shock? She could feel herself shivering. She was definitely in pain with her hands. She answered Shortfang in a sort of a confused daze, “Out of his own pride...?” 

She then saw Aisha arrive. She didn’t greet the woman, her attention was brought back to Pylia as she came up to her and inspected her hands. While Pylia spoke, Sylvia couldn’t help but remember seeing Pylia lay dying from the explosion. The fear subsided as it truly clicked for Sylvia: Pylia is okay. Sylvia smiled, still in shock, and she answered Pylia quietly and almost laughing with tears at the edges of her eyes, “You’re actually okay...! You, Syfr, Shortfang, Buddy, and those guards...you’re actually okay!”