Kitane sheathes her sword, grimacing slightly as she watched Moby change. Only once had she let something like that happen, and that was after she awakened for the second time. She offers a slight smile to Atticus, feeling a slight echo in her chest from where a singular scar lay, invisible to the others as it is under her shirt. "R-right then. We should all go." She mumbles. Taking a deep breath, she winces and picks up the scent of fresh air. Walking, or more limping slightly, forward, she turns a nearby corner and blinks several times as the sunlight shines in through the grate. Crouching down, she forms an ice ladder to the grate, one that won't stick to paws or burn them. She looks back the way she came, though everything looking like shadows against a white and light grey background. Leaning on the ladder, she puts a paw to her chest, the echo of pain never leaving. "Son of a-" She starts to say, but stops herself, her breathing picking up as a fever starts to run through her. 'That's what you get for trying to open a gate such as that.' A voice echoes in her head. "S-shut up.." She mumbles, leaning her head back on the ice ladder.