Her palms were still wrapped and she was afraid that the burns from the crystal may leave scars. She walked with a stiff gait, but no longer a noticeable limp. Regardless, she knew seeking shards alone with her already weak magic weakened further was not smart, and she had made an effort to find at least one companion that could be trusted to be leaned on. Scylla's rescue made it obvious she needed that even before she was weakened.
Tonight's lucky winner to be burdened by her request for aid was Hvergelmir. Zia wasn't looking for any battles tonight, just someone who could hold up better than she could just in case, and someone who could be trusted not to run off with anything collected. She might not have put in the amount of time to fairly assess that of Hver, but she might have still been suffering from preconceived notions that rooted deep into the back of her mind and sneakily guided her judgement.
She waited at the designated spot in civilian form, bundled up and holding a cardboard drink holder with two hot drink to-go cups nestled into it. Zia was not above trying to bribe favor.
Shazari