Fran's ears twitched as they strained to hear sounds through the Mist. It was beginning to give her a headache, but it was nothing like the rage that stirred on board the Leviathan or the burning pain she had felt at the Pharos at Ridorana. Yet, she imagined the pain Jote was feeling would be similar to that burn.

She glanced at Mjrn for a moment. "Let us get Jote back to the Inn. There she can rest and we can better aid her."