THIS IS REALLY REALLY BAD. 

Would...whatever process made her...really have dumped her in a situation she couldn't survive? What a waste. 

...But babies are stillborn all the time. There's no reason, really, to expect the process that produced her to work better than that. It feels like it should, but it always feels like bad things shouldn't happen to you, personally. 

There's so much that she wants to do, and she can't do it if she dies to a freak demon attack, but--

Think.

Okay, first of all, there's a child with her. Second--it would be pretty bad if they made an undead out of that dragon. Would they? They're demons, not necromancers, they could totally just decide to eat it--but they could also, like, not. 

"Stay with me," she tells the elven child who found her. "I'll try to protect you." 

She hesitates, but shakes her head. "I can help." 

A babau that was approaching the two of them falls over, asleep. 

Oh she's a witch. She's a witch with Slumber. Thank Pulura. 

"Okay--try to cover me--" 

And she reaches down into the well of her own power, and slams her hands on the ground--

--And white tentacles erupt from the ground underneath the dragon's severed head, engulfing it and pulling it into some kind of storage demiplane. 

Okay. Hopefully that should prevent the demons from doing anything too nasty with the corpse? ...Necromancy is not her forte.

Okay, great, mission accomplished, how is kiddo holding up--wah!

Okay, so, like. 

She has wings. Probably she could have recovered gracefully from a chasm opening up under her feet. 

You know, if her first instinct had been to do that, instead of to lunge for the child close enough to her to also have been in the path of the fissure, and wrap her up tight to protect her as much as possible from the fall.

When she opens her eyes next she is at the bottom of some kind of crevice and there is a rapier tip uncomfortably close to her throat.

“Oh. You’re awake.”

The smile on this woman’s face is appropriate for neither of finding a survivor at the bottom of a hole, nor holding someone at sword point.

“Sure am.” What happens if she tries to take the tip of the blade in her fingers and lightly move it away from her throat.

Stab! Stab is what happens!

Hrglfrgl.

Wow okay this is definitely a situation that calls for a healing spell.

YEP. THANK YOU ADORABLE ELF CHILD.

This is also a situation that calls for a TELEPORT. …Not the spell, just the—general category of thing. Okay now she and Elf Child are on the OTHER SIDE of Rapier Lady and also a little way off.

”What the fuck?”

Under slightly less incriminating circumstances Camellia would be trying to smooth things over about now. But lying is almost certainly a lost cause at this point, so…

”You are today’s sacrifice,” she says gleefully, and lunges again.

What the fuck???

Does she actually have any offensive options—she can heal, she can teleport, she can purify stuff but whatever’s wrong with this lady doesn’t feel straightforward to fix—

OH WAIT RIGHT.

Time to tentacle a bitch.

Inconvenient but not insurmountable.

...

Maybe, like, slightly less surmountable than she originally thought???

"What. The. Fuck." 

...Okay, time to try the Mireya story. 

She holds up a hand partway through. "Okay, so first of all, bullshit, I can sense people-not-being-okayness and I'm not getting any from your necklace."

Shrug. "Most people can't sense the spirits at all."

"I'm not most people. Secondly, what is the Worldwound."

...

"A long time ago, a very angry person helped some demons open a permanent rift to the Abyss in Sarkoris, and now Sarkoris...isn't, anymore. Now people are working very hard to prevent the demons from getting out."

Uh

That's levels of bad she isn't entirely equipped to handle right now

"When...when was this?"

"A little over a hundred years ago, now."