Re: 1st Floor: The Poles
Emerson frowned. He'd kept the spell used to monitor her to be minimally invasive, and he had't gotten any notifications that she'd been in dire circumstances. Still, what she said was troubling to him, and it looked like she'd been in a bit of a spot. Was he slipping? That couldn't be it. That meant whatever had happened.
He swallowed, hard. "You're gonna be fine. Just a little banged up from being drunk, I imagine," he continued, trying to sound comforting.