A nervous hand reached out to take the man's as she got up, her wings flitting to life behind her and tossing about the remains of her elegant chiffon veil. It and the decadent trim around the edge fell to the ground, discarded and dull upon the ground they didn't recognize.
"I'm fine," Nandita said as she moved nearer, suspicion and superstition sinking in quickly. "What happened? Where are we?" she asked, trying to still the tremble in her hands as they clutched Kai's for moral support. A sickness twist her stomach and she too felt weary. One hand pressed against her belly as if it might suppress the nausea. For a woman usually full of joy, flirt, and amusement the pale color that found her cheeks was not so flattering.