"Hey, I had to ask." Allison half laughed, and would have raised a hand if she wasn't still leaning on her crutches. "The last person I met who could do really hardcore magic was making human sacrifices to consolidate her power."

She paused, losing her smile as she stared down at her cast for a long moment. It was fucking insane, but the cast, the broken toe itself, was a piece of her old life in Darrow. Just getting rid of it...

Nope. She wasn't going to get sentimental over a broken fucking toe. As she made the decision, she propped a crutch under her arm and reached up to touch the silver fleur de lis that hung around her neck.

Reminding herself that Porthos would never speak to her again if she had a chance to fix her foot and didn't, she looked up at Kash again with a nod.

"If you can help me get out of this...I'd appreciate it. Thank you."