[She considers replying to the booming voice of the fae king, but decides against it. Time for the issuing of challenges and declarations of vengeance later. Right now, there are more pressing concerns.]

There. [She points to a low rooftop among the giants that surround it, a two-story brick affair with rooftop access. Seems someone's used to having customers that fly.] Land before you fall, I can take care of the rest.

[And even as they land, she's palming a soul crystal, getting ready to start seeing to his wounds. If she'd realized he was in this bad a shape, she'd never have suggested he carry her. There's a brief lightstorm around her as her attire melts into an entirely different set of robes, and then a faery pops out of thin air and sits on her shoulder.]

Can you manage a few stairs, or do Eos and I need to start working on you here and now?