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For awhile, Jericho was still unresponsive to everything around him. His golden eyes were wide and staring out into nothingness. The figure might have gone, but he was still lost in everything that had 'happened' before him. In fact, it wasn't until a piercing noise resonated through his mind that he gave a jerk, as if awakening with a start.

There was feeling in his body again. Someone's hand was at his shoulder, and someone else was embracing him at the same time. He was also being rocked lightly. It was comforting some... The dragon's vision came to focus and he could hear everyone around him once more.

"R-riley..?" he uttered when he realized who it was that held him. Glancing back a bit, he saw Aksaja there as well, who looked incredibly worried about him. Aside from that, he saw his own wing attached to him still, and it wasn't skeletal or disfigured.

"..I'm alive..?"

He sounded disoriented and unsure still, if not shaken. There was something particularly traumatizing about witnessing his own death and seeing his body in that state. It felt so much more real than the pixie-induced hallucination which felt more like a crazy dream than anything else.

All through the draconic looking boils seeming breakdown Mandy stayed silent, unwilling to speak up or get close unless something suddenly went wrong. From what people where shouting out it sounded like the fog was giving them visions? False visions at that.

Oh Thank Jack.

That voice, that voice. I-it hadn't been real. She'd know it couldn't be on an intellectual level but the emotions it evocoted allowed no room for reason but now she could finally push the last drudges of panic and sharp fear away.

She'd never have to see that ghoul again, she'd made sure of that.

Her solitude was broken though when Lizzy finally spotted her, bringing with her an alarming question. "Alwine?" she gasped out. Head darting around she finally registered that her precious ghoul friend was missing - how had she missed it!

Panic started to edge in on her vision again - who knew what that fog was doing to her. Eyes darting round she cautiously stepped closer to the grow needing the reashorence of numbers.

"I-I don't know, she hasn't come out yet." nibbling her lip in worry she grasped onto the idea of waiting that Lizzy presented, even if it was for another. "Yeah, let's wait, we all seem tk be coming out here and we don't want to leave them lost."

Lost. And alone.

And shudder went up her spine.

Malodore flinched visibly away from Riley's touch at first - then collapsed into it, coughing weakly. Its chest burned from the unexpected activity, the sudden and violent use of muscles usually left untouched, but... with her voice in its mind, it felt like the cold was dissipating from its body. It was fairly sure it had purged the fog from its lungs at least. Alone, it sent to her - balled up with the word was a sense of being lost forever, of whispers in the dark, of suffocating silence then permeated by voices in the mind. In the place that had been its - and hers - alone.

It shook, slightly, in her grasp.

Horses, why did it have to be horses? Why does it always have to be horses?

Or, you know, a cliff.

In her panic, Alwine's feet almost found themselves off the edge multiple times. But the horses were there, they would find her and they would take her to a bridge. If anything could make horses worse, it would be bridges.

With a twist that would have made a monster's ankle snap, one of Alwine's feet slipped off of the edge of the cliff. If she had been a touch more solid, she would have gone tumbling down. However, she fell straight down instead of sliding-- which left one leg dangling off the side of a cliff while the other had collapsed on the edge.

The fog was gone, and people were nearby. If the ghost had a physical heart, she would have been gasping for breath and letting its beats slow in its rhythm.

"Mandy..." Alwine whined while she lifted herself back up and started to walk towards the group. "Mandy, where are the horses? Have I lost them? They haven't attacked you, have they?"

Her flood of relief at simply having Malodore safe and sound in her arms again was quickly waning when she began to assess it's condition. It wasn't immediately responding to her - in fact, it was still hunched over, clearly affected from whatever it had dealt with. Her hands started to shake, though they stilled as she froze the moment she finally received it's answer.

Alone. Lost. Suffocating. Violated. Riley's eyes fogged over and shined with moisture. Why did it have to suffer like this? Why did Jericho have to be made to suffer? Why did ANY of them?

GO! She finally screamed out to the ENTIRE group behind her, as she arched her back and turned her head. She had lifted her hand, and pointed angrily at the lighthouse. Don't you GET IT! Standing around here is only giving them to chance to do this to MORE of you! Do you want to go through that? She pointed at Jericho with a harsh snap of her finger. Stop dawdling and discussing and GET to that LIGHTHOUSE right NOW!

Her voice was far too high pitched, and loud, to have her normal confidence. She was desperate for everyone to get out of the vicinity as quickly - and safely - as possible.

She made no move to leave, however. Her arms stayed firmly around Malodore. She hadn't allowed her screaming throughts to enter it's mind, because she could tell it needed nothing but soothing comfort. Her head rested against the side of Malodore's, ignoring the way it pressed against it's hat, and she began to fill it's mind with her presence. Warmth, and an overpowering love, seeped into it's thoughts.

Arachne was about to scream, about to start crying again when she finally stumbled from the fog, into the large group of students. It felt as if she had been alone in there for hours, and not just moments and it took her a moment to register everything - including the fact that they were all standing near the edge, where the land dropped away down towards vicious rocks.

'Oh...I'm out.' she murmured, and then let her shoulders droop, scanning the faces, pleased to see them all...Sepheran! She hurried over to the boil, actually hugging him and just stood there for a moment, immensely glad to have solid, visible people around here.

'The voices, and the fog.' she babbled for a moment.
'I thought I'd lost you all!'

Aksaja flinched at Riley's sudden shouting into all of their heads, but she was right. Jackdammit, she was right. With a quick glance of apology to Lizzy, the lightning dragon put his hands under Jericho's arms, trying to haul the other up to his feet.

"She's right!" he called. "We need to get out of here. Maybe getting closer to the damn lighthouse will mean the fog goes away!" Wishful thinking probably, but it might get some of them moving.

These cloaked things were just picking them off one by one and feeding on them as if they were some kind of herd animals like this. It was unsettling and entirely undignified.

She couldn't help it. The sound of it's voice, after having come so close to breaking down from worrying, and the film that covered her eyes finally turned to tears. She put her head down against Malodore's shoulder, so no one could see. We're a hot mess, that's what we are. She answered in stark honesty, though even her thoughts shook with emotion. Jericho just suffered a terrible hallucination, we don't even know what he saw but he's truly disturbed. Everything about this place is telling me we might be in real danger, Malodore. She lifted her head up, just slightly, and looked up at him. I know we went through a lot when we were brought to Christmastown. I was ready for a similar bout of turmoil when we reached this island. I really was. But this is different. I don't understand how the faculty could have brought us here, unless they didn't know.

And she found that to be highly unlikely.

She brushed her hands roughly over her face, and then leaned in to brush her cheek against it's beak in a much needed display of affection. She pulled away just slightly - though her arms remained around the plague doctor. We need to keep moving. Do you feel well enough to walk? If you don't, I will carry you. We can't stay here any longer.