"No, she'll be fine," James says, taking the witches pulse -- again -- and triple-checking the spray skin, which doesn't seem in danger of being rejected. That was always a danger with the awakened, even stem cells didn't always behave the way that they ought to with their "mundane" counterparts. James mentally sets a timer on his link, and turns to Illeana. "An hour or so, and she will probably start stirring around some. That was, uh, interesting. You ok?"
"Fine," Illeana answers, and she really does look it, another testament to the healing abilities of the immortal. "So what now?"
"Now we see what there is to see," James says already examining the floor of the witches hut. He can make out the faint traces of footsteps, all the same size and matching the witch. It seems that she spends a lot of time in here looking out and probably practicing her mojo while she does so. On the interior walls, James is able to pick out a jaw here, a few teeth there, the occasional rib cage and femurs from small lizards and birds. Looking closer he's able to notice a few scratches in the mud, which look like some sort of arcane typology to James' only mediocre training.
"Hey, get a load of this," James says pointing them out to Illeana.
"Mm-hmm," she says knowingly. "My bet is that this is her lodge."
"So, you weren't just cutting away the cobwebs when you came in here, then?" James says with a smile, before adding, "She doesn't live here then? No food scraps, no bedding."
"I'd imagine that she spends a lot of time here, though." Illeana says, "Probably days at a stretch.
Tell me about it. James has lost sight of Illeana for days, when she's been working on something big with Sam, or when she was doing something they referred to as Initiation. Even when she was chanting in their RV, she was so rapt with her attention elsewhere that James ending up spending most of his time outside, or camping.
At first the lodge has James thinking that the woman laying unconscious on the floor of her lodge might be some sort of beaver shaman, but when he goes to examine her focus, he begins to doubt that. Nature-centered is an option, but given its design, as well as the sigils he was able to pick out, he thinks it more likely that she's a druid than a shaman. Or maybe a Wiccan, and a Goddess worshipper like Illeana. But really, he couldn't knock out some of the darker arts as well. Ah, drek. This isn't my field anyway.
James makes a thorough check of the perimeter, looking for trails, or tracks, but comes up empty. He is heartened to be able to see animals through his magnified vision out as far as he can, though. If anyone was coming up on them, even as quiet as possible, even invisible, they would be bound to stir up some animals, and that doesn't seem to be the case.
<<@James [Illeana] She's moving.>>
James pulls up his timer, which still shows thirteen minutes on the clock. Impressive. He hops from knoll to knoll until he's back on the witches island, and enters her hut to see Illeana standing -- really more of a hunch -- over the woman, as she starts to shake her head awake.
"Hoi," James says. "You can hear me, right? Yeah, you can hear me. Let's keep things a little more cordial from here on out, eh?"