After some time, Rhiga stirred. She was still tired, but was recovering. Still nude, she got up, uneasy, her feet having not touched the ground in so long after being suspended in the air by those tendrils.
After some steps, feeling the dirt floor of the hut beneath her pale, tender soles, she looked for Marcus. Her usual grace and agility soon returned to her, as she got a feel for the area. Taking a moment, she felt her body, to make sure that every thing was okay. After being unable to sense anything wrong, she moved on, satisfied.
Sticking her head out of the hut, she smelled the air, quickly finding Marcus's scent. She moved in his direction...