A scrawny, monochrome little shit was at his side, and Raisa is pretty sure she knew him, too. He dredged up memories of the past, of members she could barely remember, and she was all too willing to bury those again as they rise in her drunken stupor. One Bad Thing at a time, yeah? Perhaps he would recognize her, perhaps not -- she'd only been a kid, then, barely old enough to wander beyond the mouth of the den.

It was Carnifex she focused on (as well as she could), who had the audacity to seem worried about her even though he had DIED!

Am I alright, she echoed dumbly, numbly, I buried you, Carnifex, what the fuck. You were dead!

Right?

RIGHT!?

She was whisper-yelling, she realized, and her ears fell back. She continued on her way to meet him and pressed into his chest for a hug as soon as she was close enough.

I've never had a friend as loyal as you, she gushed through happy tears, deciding that whether she'd had a mental breakdown on the way here or some magic offered her bodyguard back to her, she didn't care, You're promoted to Champion.

She didn't think rising from the dead to continue your job could be rewarded with any less than elite warrior, right? Not that she thought he could be so lucky, or blessed, again, but she was still dumbfounded.