Aeotha couldn't hold on for much longer. Finally she made it through the window and tumbled to the floor. She was gasping for air and for a moment hugged the floor as if it had given her life. She never wanted to hang on for dear life like that again. Aeotha stood up slowly, and tried to take in the surroundings. It was dark, but even as she stood there blinking in it more of the room came into sight. Aeotha found a lamp there on the table, its glass shade was broken, but once she cleared the pieces of clear glass away and found the wick and opened her pack. Blindly searching until she came back with a pack of matches. She struck one against the table and lit the wick. Turning the knob on the side it drew down enough so it wasn't blinding. She looked away from it and around the room. Everything was destroyed, or at least, in pieces.
There was blood.
Aeotha grimaced and looked back at the lamp there, she slipped her finger through the holder and picked it up and carried it further into the room. She reached out and touched the blood, still tacky. She looked at Skandra now in the soft light the lamp afforded them. Her hand was red and throbbing, the other one wrapped in the bandage was supporting the lamp, but there in the light both of them could make out the dark spot there pooling in the palm of her hand. Aeotha didn't want to tell him that otherworldly infection was on her mind, but it certainly was. She had no idea what they were walking through, or what they planned on doing. Besides killing Gershul.
Besides that.
"Where are the bodies?" She breathed out. Holding the lamp higher.