'Adieu? You...' few indistinct words slipped from Karan mouth, as Norian bandaged her many wounds. 'Ah... that's you, cleric' she muttered slightly louder seconds later. 'Thank you.'
Not without struggle, she managed to stood up, only to fall down heavily on the floor again.
'Sorry, band, I hate to ask for it, but I... I am not quite in the shape to continue fighting now' she said aloud, with a good trave of embarrassment in her voice. Interestingly, she was shivering, as in fever. 'Can we take a rest, or something? I need to catch my breath.'
She blinked a few times.
'Also, I am afraid that I'm seeing things right now...'