Ismat stood on the tips of her toes and arced her head backward, as if fighting off an immensely alien sensation, then swung her cranium forwards and shook it rapidly.
"...Why d... what did you... Tahir..." Perhaps it wasn't the best idea to cast heroism on a short underhanded half-demon with a chip on her shoulder, after all... Eyes glazed over, she looked drugged to say the least, simply staring up at the empty stairway that Anass had disappeared upon.
Like a puppet on tangled strings, she inevitably began to shamble the stairs after him, fighting her roaring inner urge to flee every step of the way.
Everything was empty.
Both of her hands blindly grasped onto the back of Anass' shirt and attempted to heave him backwards, for the second time today.
Hopefully, there would still be a way back...