[b]Lopaley[/b]

She had dove in front, and had managed to prevent the kick from hurting the injured girl, and that was enough for her. She didn't require attention from her fellow gods. In fact she preferred the exact opposite. The chorus of the gods arguing with each-other. Bickering over Follies. It never interested her to yell at them. She knew better then anyone that a silent voice with a firm hand could move more cogs and gears then the one who wasted all their energy yelling. She had assumed by the fact that she had managed to block the kick without any substanial bone breaking. Likely a result of her poofy dress and the fact that she knew it was coming. As a sign that perhaps it was not only she whom had been substantially weakened by the erosion that permeated through them.

Therefore she would merely get up knowing that people were potentially eying her for her actions She would have to take a middle ground in the matter, and that would be to avoid answering why it was that she did what she did. They may believe that she was trying to amass more followers then they. Or that she was doing it out of some sort of Martyrdom or guilt complex. Though it may have been an eternity they rested. She would be adamant in her self belief that even she had no part in their slumber. They were likely either placing themselves under a false bravado. Or merely continuing the antics that they portrayed so easily years before but Lopaley could already estimate just how much power was lost just by how hard it was to grip her own personal flow of time. 

Two things then remained. If this was her starting point then she would rather get out of the under-ground. Sooner rather then later. Though she might be able to rewind time. She wouldn't be able to do much if her body was stuck in stonework. Crushed by the weight of countless Eons. She doubted she could rewind a collapsed structure of this magnitude. At the very moment at least.

However if she was to just slink away then the gods might lay some blame upon her feet for their slumber. It was annoying to think about that she had to walk a tight-rope for now. Dusting off her dres she would take a silent stance near the exit. If they moved to leave she could easily have scurried up the stairs before them.

But for now she had to listen.