The Orkhan swordswoman listened to Carina's explanation with no little disappointment. Still, it was no real problem. If she couldn't see the Kathar as they trained, she'd have an opportunity to test them when they inevitably came after Carina.
"Getting back into my body..."
It was a curious thought. Now that she had Carina to focus on, the chaos of the infinite astral realm had ceased to bother Imogen, and the idea of going back to her body seemed... almost quaint. This, after all, was the truest expression of self, unbound from the mundane chains of nature. No need to eat, to sleep, to suffer or die. Why not skip the whole tedious pablum of life and just spiral off into the world beyond? Just let go and embrace infinity, give up the pretense of control entirely.
Well, for one thing, it would be seriously unprofessional. She had contracts to finish out, and not one of them was going to be possible if she was an aimless wisp on the wind.
"...right, of course. Let's go back."
Getting back to the sealed mausoleum was a lot less terror-inducing than leaving it had been. The Ork kept herself fixated on Carina's hand; though her astral body had no nerves, she was certain she could feel the other girl's spirit rubbing hers. It was, perhaps, the most primal of all recognitions, that someone else existed in the whole of eternity.
Imogen pushed those poetic (and lusty) thoughts aside as she approached her prone form. In theory, she supposed, rejoining of the body and soul ought to be pretty easy. One was made for the other, was it not? She wondered if it was possible to screw up the process, though. Could you imbue the wrong parts of your body with the wrong portions of your soul?
...no, this wasn't a good time to explore that line of thought. Possibly there wasn't a good time, actually.
The witch lay down, letting her spirit soak into her flesh. She'd expected the one to absorb the other like a sponge soaked up water, but she experienced the rejoining more like the blurring of worlds, like a delayed waking from sleep. Everything seemed to swim around her, the Veil slowly reasserting itself to cover up the infinity beyond as though it were an unseemly portrait at a gallery being covered by a curtain. She blinked several times, and by the end realized that she was blinking her own eyelids, which felt heavier than iron weights. Actually, her entire body felt like that. She moved her limbs, and found them numb, wracked with the pins-and-needles sensation of a foot falling asleep.
"Ungh." she complained to Carina, doing her level best not to thrash too much and roll off the table. "Uggh, that's miserable." The Ork summoned up the strength to lift her head and look around for Carina, wincing and closing her eyes as blood rushed from her brain.
But when Imogen opened her eyes again, she found that the entire world was inside the tomb with her.
