Faryelle

Once Sarynid had explained that they had been supplied with a kit precisely should disaster strike, Faryelle quickly recovered from the shock of the temporary demise of her friend who had been leading the group's charge on adventure. No sooner had she calmed when her gaze had wandered distractedly for something of interest. So it was that the Skydancer wandered from her adventure-buddies both fussing and fallen.

Octantis' first comment on his 'return' was to remark on a rekindled interest in stormflying, prompting yelps of glee from Chirro. No-nonsense Sarynid however was brusque to remind the Mirror of their mission status.
"Wait. Where's Faryelle?"
"Ah. About that. I deemed it that you needed attention urgently, so it couldn't be spared..."
"Chirro?"
"Huh?"
"Oh. Guess we better find her before heading ba-"
"Hey! Did I miss anything?!"
A gleeful chirp interrupted Octantis' wind-up into action-planning.
"Ah. All's well that ends well." The Mirror winced. "Wonderful as she was, let's avoid aunts here on out."
"Oh, hey, um." The Skydancer fumbled with her luggage and retrieved some scrolls. Bizarre as she never packed any. "Do any of you think, like, Kishar will want to see these?"
"Uh, would you mind, Sarynid?" Even Octantis wasn't disposed to risk seeing if the revival pack would work a second time in such a short period, so without a word Sarynid examined the scrolls. Although his tones remained unaffected, the Fae's frills shook for a moment before the scrolls were swiftly rolled back up and returned to Faryelle.
"Yes. Absolutely."
"Well then! Without delay, we'll be on our way!" The one victory granting Octantis renewed energy, he was first of the group to set off to make their report.