Taerys felt like she was going to be sick. Not only had the ride down been unspeakably rough, she'd also been right next to Varus as his part of the ship had torn away and tumbled into the distance. Watching that was almost like her own heart had been torn out of her body. Now she was sat strapped into her seat inside the mangled mess that was the dropship, just thankful to be alive. Her breathing was heavy, but she felt nothing to suggest that she'd been injured.
After a couple of moments, the Varyx unbuckled herself from the seat and crashed down onto some debris just below her. She grimaced but did her best to ignore it, instead just crawling out of the wreckage into the open air. When she'd made it out, Taerys took a second to recollect her thoughts, sitting up against the side of the ship. She'd noticed the others down at the other end of the wreck, though for now she made no move to meet up with them; it made sense to make sure that she was ok herself first. The others could wait.