At this point, We're in limbo [D2, ???]

[Quevlin'e]

Quev will hold Illia with his good arm and whisper, "Huthin draeval, veir dosst solen vel'drav dos sultha l'rendan."

[Illiam'iira]

"Huthin draeval, veir dosst solen vel'drav dos sultha l'rendan."

That gets a tiny groan, but she nods. Illi starts cleaning Quev and herself off before healing his hand.

She's really glad he's here. For now she very pointedly does not look anywhere but her bodyguard.

Magic: Prestidigitation, Cure Wounds (1 lvl 1 spell slot left)

[Naila Drooten]

Despite her near pre-natural senses Naila appears to have not noticed anything and is off asking the goose about their famous villainous cousin, a thief of many a household object.

[Flession]

The goose responds by honking several times, as if it were answering your question, then fluffed its feathers a bit.

[Quevlin'e]

Quev will rearmour himself before handing Illia her locket and move over to Naila and the goose. "Do you speak chicken?"

[Illiam'iira]

Quev will rearmour himself before handing Illia her locket and move over to Naila and the goose. "Do you speak chicken?"

"...Quev, that's a goose." Illi keeps close to him but she peeks at the goose. It is a little comforting. "Uhm... where's everyone else? How long have I been here?"

[Naila Drooten]

Quev will rearmour himself before handing Illia her locket and move over to Naila and the goose. "Do you speak chicken?"

"Hmmm? No, it's a fowl language."

Naila extends a hand while nodding down at the goose.

"I think they were saying they were aware of their cousin, or possibly it was some kind of greeting/threat. With a goose it can be both. Regardless, Naila Drooten. We didn't have a chance to become properly acquainted in Suicide Alley."

Her gaze flickers over to Illiam as she arrives.
"Is everyone alright? That appeared rather traumatic."
As for the drow's questions.

"Coming, I hope. I'm not clear on how time works between these two planes. But I don't think you were here for too long in conventional terms."

[Illiam'iira]

"Coming, I hope. I'm not clear on how time works between these two planes. But I don't think you were here for too long in conventional terms."

Illi giggles at Naila's pun. She's great! That makes her look a lot better, genuinely. Gingerly she takes the great detective's hand and shakes it. "Nice to meet you, I'm Illiam'iira." Her eyes turn back to Quev. "Uhm, yeah... I was trying to distact the slaadi long enough for everyone to get through, but accidentally fell through the gate... why does that keep happening to me..." The drow makes a very undignified noise at the memory. "I'm okay. It just, felt like awhile. I hope we don't have to wait too long for them."

At that point she hugs Quev's free arm. Emotional support six foot tall blood-thirsty armored killing machine.

[Quevlin'e]

Quev will rearmour himself before handing Illia her locket and move over to Naila and the goose. "Do you speak chicken?"

"Hmmm? No, it's a fowl language."

Naila extends a hand while nodding down at the goose.

"I think they were saying they were aware of their cousin, or possibly it was some kind of greeting/threat. With a goose it can be both. Regardless, Naila Drooten. We didn't have a chance to become properly acquainted in Suicide Alley."

Quev will shake her hand. "Quevlin'e. Nice to meet you."

[Naila Drooten]

"Illiam, Quevlin'e, it's a pleasure. It was quite heroic to try to distract the Slaadi like that. Although I think given Illiam's presence that might have been more to protect their lives than anyone else's."

Naila clears her throat and projects confidence.
"I'm sure everyone else is just right behind us, even if they don't have your experience accidentally falling through gates. Can I assume that is how you ended up in Sigil and therefore in a metaphorical limbo prior to this literal one?"