"Can you two self-evac?"

"I can," she feels great physically actually, "But Ellyn could use a hoist." Going by how she was crawling earlier. "I can carry the body." It feels... Weird and maybe sacrilegious almost? To let others carry her. (Tamerlane was sorry.) (She'll help Ellyn to the evac point first though, while Angerona gathers everything - it's not far, luckily.)

Yeah, the ladder is a little beyond her. That last theorem. It was. Intense.

Yeah, luckily there was a little rope harness in the Third's gear.

Gideon will go back for Cytherea's body, then follow Ellyn out. 

Angerona will bring up the rear. 

The hatch clicks shut with a definite finality behind her.

There's a section off of the kitchen that can be used as a morgue - and once everyone recovers, they can reconvene - perhaps in the dining hall, to discuss what to do next. (The hall and nearby rooms are plenty big enough to camp in, too, if they don't want to split up, and they can ask the skeletons to fetch bedding - and Teacher. (Angerona is worried more about the future than about exact logistics.))

Teacher is (perhaps) surprisingly blasé for a servant of God learning that his charges have killed one of Her Hands and Gestures.

"Yes," he says, peering at the corpse. "That is indeed a body."

"One the Emperor needs to know about."

"And she will, of course. When your learning has concluded."

Blink blink. 

"Isn't it a little bit important that one of Her Hands went rogue," probably that's what happened, "And has as a result died?"

Teacher nods. "Yes, which is why I will be sure to mention it. But we may communicate only under very specific circumstances, circumstances which, I am sorry to say, do not obtain. What danger there was is now past, and there is nothing God can help you with for the danger that remains."

Angerona is Not good at talking people into things - and whatever the fuck is going on with Gideon the Ninth's increasingly bizarre family drama is... Not something Angerona wants to unilaterally reveal, not yet, even if it apparently would get the Emperor's attention. 

Instead, she just sighs. "Some of us are close, at least..." Mostly the Ninth, who are entirely something fucking else. "I'll speak to the others."

"Good luck~!" Teacher flutters.

...Right.

Well, off to see how everyone else is doing. 

Gideon's gotten Cytherea's body secure in the morgue, and is currently trying to coax Ellyn into consuming something with water, sugar, and salt to make up for her lost blood. 

Mrrr. Don't wanna eat. 

Light kiss! "You were very impressive, my shadowy marchioness of bones. But, unless you want to pass out like the Third..." She pushes some fruit juice Ellyn's way. "Drink this first. Then just a tiny snack for the salt?"

Hmph. Fine.

But she's not going to be happy about it.

As long as she gets it down her throat. 

That better not be an innuendo.

"...Ellyn, I'm concerned about you. Seriously and for real. That was..."

"That fight was a lot." And Gideon is trying not to be freaked out about exactly how fine she is - even though she lost way more blood than Ellyn.

Sigh.

"Sorry."

"I know."

She drinks her drink, and makes a face.

She leans against Ellyn. "Just... Let's not pick any fights with Lyctors for a while."

(She'll drink some fruit juice of her own in solidarity.) 

"There had better not be any more of them hiding out here."