Though her face still ached, the throbbing pain had subsided somewhat on her walk from the tunnel where they'd stumbled upon the strange statue. Blood had dried to a crusty maroon smear along her upper lip, marred by an incessant urge to run her tongue across the area. Impulsively she repeated the motion, lip curling as the metallic taste flooded her mouth and made her jaws tingle. Just inside the entrance she paused to take in the landscape of the room. A sudden wind washed into her face, bringing with it a mixture of scents gathered from the area. She breathed deep, but the smell of blood masked much of it and she found herself unable to distinguish much of anything. With a frown she forged onward into the headwind, determine to focus on finding a piece of that statue with her eyesight rather than her hampered sense of smell.