The Hundi's terse question snapped Lirrah out of her anguished reverie, and she jumped in surprise like a cat that had just noticed the world's most terrifying cucumber. She landed on her butt, but managed to catch herself before she fell completely backwards, her arms shaking as if the hands that propped her up were the only things between her and a great fall.

A [i]mountainous[/i] fall.

She whimpered as she looked up at the Hundi, her red eyes constantly tracing the room, pupils massively dilated. She wanted to ask if the fight was over, but she knew that wasn't the case. She could still hear the sounds of battle. Could she even speak? Lirrah tried to say something, but her throat closed up. She just looked at the mage, mouth agape like an imbecile, looking for all the world like the coward everyone knew she was.

Then, crying like a lost child, Lirrah desperately grabbed for the hem of the Hundi's robe, and would go on to sob on Gisela's clothes if not pushed away.