[Shirley, curled up in her bed, clumsily lifts the PORTAL with one hand, the screen wobbling because she's not feeling so great. The Otherworld self summoned during the insanity used a lot of blood and she's feeling it now, that and all the deaths that have happened have taken their toll. As such, she's pale and drawn, big dark circles under her eyes even though she's been sleeping heavily since she found herself back in her own bed.]
Jarlaxle, Eden - are the pair of you okay? I'm not feeling too well so I can't come check for myself but I'd feel better if I know how you are.
And [she pauses, shifts herself up a little more and there's the crinkle of paper, something written in runic but only one '
sentence' is displayed legibly] if anyone has warding magic, can they go lay some wards on Alea for me? The door is locked and I ward it myself but after everything? It's better to be safe than sorry.
Housemates too, I don't know many of you but I hope all of you are alright as well; please just leave me to sleep for the next week unless we're all about to die horribly again.