Zavakri whirls through the portal, collapsing onto herself as she appears on the Other Side. A groan. A wince. An exhausted twitch. Oh, such artistry made flesh. She slowly pushes herself to her feet, the weight of what she just did finally settling itself upon her shoulders; falling from on-high upon wings of retribution to finally feel the gravity of utter reality and dismal truth.

"Golly Gosh!" she cursed heartily. "Blimey! Spittle and bloodshed!" She leapt up and down, a sudden vigor coursing through her veins, soon whirling about as if just awakening for the first time. "A [i]SWAMP[/i]??" She cries out, before her seething calms itself to a belated and finally appearing exhaustion. She falls onto her knees, pulling her cloak about herself.

"If this is how I find her, so be it." She sighs to herself, conviction worming its way into her tired voice. "At least it's no longer that Carnival...Oh, Riri, I hope you don't worry..."

She casts her gaze about, searching her companions intimately for the first time.

"If it's up to me, which it hardly is due to my sudden decisionmaking skills ending us up here, a rest is in good order. Just tell me when it's my watch or whatever it is we adventuring types are supposed to do, yeah? I've got to run some numbers..."

She wraps herself up tighter in her cloak, shifting the otherwise hidden crossbow she carried into her hands and lap as she slowly rocked where she sat, mumbling numbers in a calming manner.