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There's no need to fear the cold.

There are worse things to be afraid of.

There are some people who are very excited to make his acquaintance, see.

And others who are mostly here to ensure nobody tries anything funny.

Just so.

RIP TEAR KILL DESTROY DEVOUR

...let us draw the curtain of charity over the scene.

Where were we?

There was a dragon here. Now, there's a pile of treasure, a pile of rust and snow, and a small pile of dead bodies. 

Focus.

"Sophie, is any part of what you just did... ongoing? Is it safe for us to get closer?" 

Sophie shakes her head, trembling, as the page crumbles to ash in her hand. "Their work is done. It's... safe."

(That's overgenerous. Nothing is safe, right now, nor will it ever be – but that's not Wolf-Snow, it's just a nonreactive byproduct of the absolute idiocy she just committed.)

Ridaya nods and starts walking forwards.

Luto, meanwhile, notices the trembling, and gently places an arm on Sophie's shoulder. "Are you okay?"

(It's easier, now that her brain isn't full of screaming hot paingriefguilt, to ask herself what Zan would do in a situation like this.)

"The invocation... was not easy. And I am thinking about what I have done."

Luto hugs Sophie, almost without thinking about it. "Thank you," she murmurs.

...Zan would have asked first, she thinks belatedly, but it's a bit late for that, so she is just going to pay attention to Sophie's body language and back off quickly if it seems like she messed up.

Sophie freezes instantly. (She is an Englishwoman of the early 20th century. Hugs are not her area of expertise.)

Whoops! She begins to let go slowly (no sudden movements). "Ah, sorry, I'm too used to my family," which is true even if it's not exactly what happened here.

Ridaya's brain is still in Tactical Decisionmaking Mode, because she's in over her head too much has been happening Sophie is terrifying they might still be in danger. Dragons this old have enemies, occupy major positions in the balance of power in their area. One of them will notice that there's a vacuum, now, and try to move in, in which case they would likely come here as a first or early step.

She doesn't know how long to expect that to take, and if she's being honest, she thinks they would have to be really unlucky, for someone to show up in under an hour. That doesn't mean it can't happen, and if it does happen, they're currently grossly unprepared for it. She's basically out of spells, Luto's almost out of her tricks, and they're both hurt. Sophie's capabilities are a huge unknown (OBVIOUSLY), but Ridaya is not currently inclined to want to rely on them! 

So - she needs to search the dragon's hoard, quickly, for magic items they can use. Ideally, she'll find something that can be used for emergency escape - a scroll of teleport, or similar. If not - the more capabilities they have, the better.

And they should be ready as they can to run away at a moment's notice. She walks over to the bodies of her dead family members, and - she doesn't have the leverage to load them into the bag quickly, so she plucks a few hairs off each of their heads, murmuring an apology as she does so.

She looks back at Luto and Sophie, and. Ah. 

...she can't bring herself to interrupt them right away, so she just casts message on Luto to avoid shouting across the room.

"Can you wrap up in a few minutes and let me know when you have?"

"It's quite alright," Sophie apologizes to Luto in turn. "I'm used to different social ways."

She observes Ridaya searching the treasures and hurries over. "Do you need any help? I... don't think we can carry all of this... but you have your big bag."

She nods, already getting the bag out. "You two load everything in this pile into the bag first, and then start on the bodies." (The dragon was still going through her family's gear, so it's conveniently all in one place, easy to load up.) "I'm going to look for a scroll of teleport or something, just in case we need to leave in a hurry."  

(She trails awkwardly behind Sophie, distracted by the sight of her currently-dead family members who she let die)