[ A curse feels like a startlingly apt way to describe it, she realizes. She's not exactly magically inclined — her preference lies with things that she can slay with her sword, but she's been on the receiving end of some before. It's not... pleasant. This both feels like that, but worse, but also different.

She inhales through her nose, then exhales. Picks up their pace a little more, just in case.

Is she okay? There's one more dart of her eyes to the scene they're finally leaving behind; but her head feels a little clearer, and the sickly green that was haunting her peripherals seem like they're not returning. The tightness in her chest seems to ease. It's at least enough to give a quick debrief. ] I believe so; it's at least better than before.

Once I found the contraption to enter the symbols — it felt as though both an instant and an eternity had passed. [ Among... other things. But that was the most disconcerting part. ] I hope I hadn't left you for too long.