Nuria just looked over at the newcomer making a weary sigh lacking the energy for much else. She looked back once to the Primarchs then the Emperor, "Myrkul, Emperor, Sons. I can assist with the shadows but today my well of power is seared at the edges from clearing the egress. I must recover here in the altar."
The red haired warrior looked at the giant statue where a single spark of mind resides in Myrkul's Vein that knew what she needed. Shortly a part of marble wall pulled away to reveal a small normal-looking room added there with a window that shone like daylight. A small window more a lit box that Myrkul channeled daylight into illusion of the grasslands far below. The anteroom had a curious lack of anything to hold her armor or her weapon its contents seemed far too mundane in nature than a barrack. Tables, chests, books, and documents littered the room.
The armor was to be disposed elsewhere as the back of it split and cracked around the flared long red hair as if it were the tether that held it together. Olive skin emerged out of the lantern armor as she stepped out of it backward. Nothing underneath the lantern armor but that flowing red hair with muscles hard like a weapon's contours as she emerged from the sheath otherwise bare. There were distended tears in her legs, severe burns, and an exposed rib that marred her back which smoulders in embers of red light. More tolerant to injury than most Mada the burns moved and flexed fighting off the latent effects of channeling Myrkul's maelstrom inversion.
The engram blade in her hand came with it as she pulled the haft through it parting the material of her sleeve. the armor stood in place on its own knitting closed as she left it. A Jinhai moved up to escort the standing armor elsewhere as she walked over it toward the room. The sword she edged toward the floor to let it go on the point. The blade tottered to balance upright though the floor shuddered slightly as if the weight were a building settling on Myrkul's foundation.
Nuria tottered toward the bed inside moving some things out of the way then collapsed onto it leaving the door open behind her. A number of Jinhai moved into the room and took places to channel a field of stability for her body to purge the effects of using the engram blade to full effect. The armor, hollow now but still standing, looked back then took a place beside the door.
Watchful eye
Myrkul simply watched as the Living Emperor interacted with the newcomer. Myrkul kept its own council nodding silently at the Living Emperor then returning the statue to its former inert structure. A nearby Jinhai turned to watch as Myrkul moved the spark of individuality inside it seen by the lack of their normally bright grey eyes. It removed a large leatherbound book from within the robe paging through the Almanac to find the place where in its knowledge where memories intersected the geomancer. It silently engaged Adolefactus to move to the Living Emperor's side to impart any knowledge about the new Aetherkind he required.
Adolefactus' sandals tapped beside the Emperor hands behind his back ragged chainmail robe clinking. He noted idly with little appreciation for protocol or rank than the rest of Myrkul's subbeings had, "'Coming here' is perhaps too mild. The Wen requested an emergency shift on behalf of this fair lady. We cut the locus of the drained volcano out of reality. It's still somewhere in there, I suspect, or at least its power. I kept the other deities out and turned the potters wheel more than rekindled her."