[ it takes a few minutes for her to stop coughing up water, and to grow accustomed to breathing air again. but, eventually, she shoves herself up onto her feet, to find jesper, and kaz. and, if she's close to you: ]

Come on, on your feet.

[ it's said in a rasped voice, as she lowers a gloved hand to help you up, coughing into her elbow of her free hand. ]

We should start a fire, or something, to get warm.

[ anything but talk about what they just saw. ]

[ inej, once she's landed herself back in the temple and gets herself back on her feet, makes her way toward the kitchens. far from hungry, bu seeking privacy. surely no one will go to the damn kitchens when they just witnessed a world falling to pieces.

she eventually makes it, where she drops herself onto a bench and buries her face into her hands, drawing in a shuddering breath and letting it out slowly. and again. and again. but there aren't tears, though her fingers are trembling at the sheer magnitude of what they've witnessed, and what they've survived. but she survived. again. which is what matters.

. . . even if all of those people didn't.

so if you walk in on inej, you will see her with her head in her hands, murmuring quietly to herself in suli. prayers, to her saints. blessing the souls that were lost in akvos, to calm her breathing, to focus, and to make herself presentable to get back out into the circle and help where needed. ]