Elika had been dozing in abandoned ruins, in her travels to find her people when she'd woken up, covered in some strange, viscous liquid, no longer wearing her clothes. The unusual surroundings seemed to wake her further and she sat up, trying to hide her nakedness with one arm, scooting back several feet, hindered a little by the slime. "By Ormazd!" She gasped, her voice feeling rough, unused.

Some of that disgusting liquid got into her mouth at her gasp and she turned her head to the side, spitting it out, trying to wipe her mouth clear of it.