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Leila grimaced at the obvious smell of blood, and held up the shoe with the light pointed to it so those interested could see the drenched sock inside. "Not as fresh as the blood in the puddles. That's weird."

"You're okay," she said to Autumn with a gentle smile. Asiya didn't think of her as selfish or anything. If anything, the fashionista was right to be terrified. This place was strange and clearly evil, so she was a bit scared now, too, even though she didn't say it verbally. "And you're welcome. I wish I could have done more." But what else could she have done? Nothing, really.

Asiya then turned to Kalisha, her attention now on what she was saying to her. Others in the group did seem to have the severed-foot incident under control. Some of them were cops, apparently? That was useful! They could lend their area of expertise to the queer happenstance. All Asiya was, herself, was an artist. She couldn't really do much. "You are very well prepared, even if you didn't necessarily mean to be. It's very smart."

While the others tried to piece together Heliodora's foot, Asiya had other ideas. Maybe there were clues further in the forest or perhaps someone else out there for them to talk to? "...I'm going to go explore." she said to Kalisha and anyone else who was listening. She then gazed over to Erin and waved at her warmly. "Would you like to come with? The offer is for anyone, by the way." She just thought to ask Erin first, since the two were semi-familiar with each other now.

Autumn opened her mouth to reply to Asiya, only to be washed with the vision of what seemed to be Heliodora's life, and- pain. Gut-wrenching, soul-searing pain. Autumn slapped a hand over her mouth to keep from screaming again, this time at the shared pain. Deep breaths, girl. Deep breaths. She forced herself to inhale, exhale. Inhale, exhale. When it finally got her nerves somewhat under control, she looked up to Asiya to REALLY talk to the girl.

"I- I'm going with you. If whatever the ******** that thing was is still in the woods, you're not going alone."

Seeing the body part itself hadn't phased Leila much. However, being forced to relive the events that preceded them finding it was a different story -- in the throes of shock from the pain and imagery, she gasped in panic and dropped the foot back into the mud before finding a tree she could lean against while gathering back her bearings. She felt like throwing up.

Jeremiah was prepared for the vision, opening books in the library prepared him, but this was still on the edge of too much.

These voices were nothing like the Sunny-speak he had heard with Zac and there was no accompanying sense of tranquility and sorrow. This was pain.

It was years of training, years of work, years of do not jump, do not be spooked, that kept him from letting out his real reaction.

His head spun, eyes opening up once he realized they were closed and he looked over to Finn. "I believe that answers the question of who's foot that is." It wasn't sarcastic, it wasn't snarky, it was a stated grim fact.

Jeremiah did not even realize that during the vision his hand had moved to grip Algie's elbow. It wasn't a tight hold, more a reassuring one than anything else as.

Tory had been about to say something to Rabbit -- a greeting, a question about the voice that had drawn them there (he liked the term Loudspeaker Taste Experience), a comment that he recognized Ranger Derouen from seeing him occasionally when he'd been in the forest before, when it was normal -- then Heliodora's book was opened. He could only stand there frozen as the memory washed over him, as clear as if it was his own. Right down to the pain of the knife.

When it was over, he reeled and clutched his head, his stomach clenching from the phantom pain sensation. "Whoa." All kinds of messed up indeed. And getting progressively more so.

Shaking his head to gather his senses back and spattering water everywhere from his drenched dreads, he looked at Brie and Rabbit, then at the girls who wanted to explore off into the woods. "Maybe… maybe we should," he agreed, eyes wide with trepidation. "Y'know, follow the tracks. Like all of us. That'd be the smart thing to do -- well, not smart, who knows what's out there that might cut us up or whatever, but you know what I mean. I guess. I hope. It can't get us all, right?"

He turned back to Brie and Rabbit. "What do you guys think?"

The memory ended. Aleksy, who had thus far displayed the emotional range of a marble statue, managed to stumble off the path before spectacularly vomiting into the nearest bush. Those things were... they weren't as they ought to have been. They were inhuman. Their arms had... too much, they were too much, it was all too much.

His head spun. He leaned hard on his umbrella, nevermind that it was still open and now covered in mud.

He scrubbed his teeth against the cuff of his sweater, and tried to forget about everything he'd just seen.