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Good. Graves was okay. Though she knew that he'd still been breathing, she'd still been concerned; he could've stopped at any moment. Sighing, Alja hauled herself to one knee, pointing up towards where they'd been previously. She couldn't see past the water; no Rael, and she had no idea whether or not the kids had actually made it to her ice platform. Either way, the platform was gone now, she could tell; she hoped their landing had been better than Graves' would've been.

"[color=d1fffc]We're not too far off from where we were. Got washed off that ledge, ended up down here. 'S a big cistern. Guess most of the sewers end up comin' through here sometime. Haven't seen Rael or Kalie, though. Maybe they found a way to stay up there? They're both pretty good at gettin' out of the way of stuff like that. Hope they did, at least.[/color]"

She turned back to Graves as he puked up the sewer water. He didn't look so great; her face quirked into a worried frown. "[color=d1fffc]You hurt? Tried to shield you best I could, but can't be sure, y'know?[/color]" She wearily lifted herself to her feet, walking around him and trying to see if there were any obvious exposed wounds. None that she could see. His arm looked a little messed up, but it was already like that. So no real injuries...Her eyes widened for a second.

"[color=d1fffc]Ah, shit, your sword.[/color]" She huffed out a breath, then reached into her belt and pulled out a long knife, placing it next to him. "[color=d1fffc]Sorry it ain't as good as what you're used to, but better than nothin,' right? I'll make you a new sword once we get outta here if we don't find your old one.[/color]"